Summer rain
The raindrops on my window pane
drum with a syncopated beat.
Sometimes they stop then start again.
Like tap dancers with flying feet.
The silver moon beams struggle through
rain clouds, which try to block their light.
They won’t succeed they never do
because Selina rules the night.
I slowly drift back to my dreams
soothed by the sound that wakened me.
I visit other worlds it seems.
Worlds where the sun shines constantly.
I’ve grown used to the dancing drops
of summer rain which never stops.
26/07/2007
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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