A Guide to Rain

Somewhere it’s always raining – a thin, persistent 
rain dripping off leaves, running down tree trunks, 
making a gentle but weary sound like someone 
rustling plastic carrier bags. Even when the sun 
flares the side of a building, picking up on the 
quality of grouting or the fixings of a gutter, when 
the first crocus pokes the first spring day and 
down by the brook, just as years ago, a patch of 
snowdrops nods to the water’s glint and wriggle, 
somewhere in a small room beyond a dark 
passage, it’s always raining.
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