Sunday, 18 February 2018

Still Raining

I have an Idle Moment, before a very busy week, which I am spending  riffling through my anthology of poems, seeking one I might post. I fell upon “Still Raining” with delight, having completely forgotten it. 

In this poem I reflect on a childhood game I used to play with my younger brother, Adrian, who died before the Millenium, which was too soon. Too soon. 

So here we are, a rainy day, indoors, tracing the rivulets of raindrops as they meander down the window pane. 

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