Poem – Richard Smith

On rainless days

remember this
wet slap of water,
as run-off overlaps the guttering
and falls
to shatter against
the window-sill.

remember this
sudden quiet rain.
Close your eyes
and listen.
It does not speak of us
or anyone, but listen,
there – our breathing.


Richard Smith

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