Sunday Rain

Send us Fan MailSunday RainA thousand upon thousand droplets of sky, dancing, falling, dripping, in single silences, echoing from leaves that tremble and shake, filling the air with their floods and voices, overhead,a hurry of birds flicker and tumble, dipping and turning against the blustery call the invisible wind, and higher still higher, the grey flotillas of clouds deepen,and drift across the silver mists, hanging in veils across, the woodlands, the folds and valleys of earth and landscape ploughed,since September harvested,their farms and outhouses huddled in shelters,dips, and meanders of rivers and towns, glistening,with rooftops and blinking windows, as the sun, at last, glimpses in sunlight and morning a sail arising between islands of blue behind the dissipating wreathsof [email protected]