Dream Poem 7: Lines of Rain


On the embankment
On a path
I stood looking down at the beach and the sea, it was high tide.
As I watched, bands of scattered showers came in from the horizon line.
Just a couple of lines of rain,
They let their water go and played out quickly
One
After
Another
Like music
Like someone practicing scales
The last one let its water go right by my foot
But I was not wetted.

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