You’d love this rain;
Mayday, springday rain.
You’d love this cafe;
Under parasol, made for sunshine;
Shielding us from the rain.
These are Sussex drops,
Wetting a nose I long to kiss;
Sea-rain, salty, like tears,
Cleansing, like Love’s falling story.
Two forks, one slice of
Caramel Apple Granny;
These pigeons adore the splashes,
And I love to watch you
Watching me, watching them.
You’d love this rain; it’s neither
Cold nor too warm; it’s a Sussex
Rain, that celebrates the peace
Of the Middle Way; not compromise,
But the Courage of Calm.
Like Pooh’s corner, and dear Ratty.
In England, the sun never hides;
It steps back, for thought to quicken
In Springtide showers, though sometimes
It sparkles in this jewel-bright water,
Reminding us: Your light, though
Hidden, perhaps even from you;
Is never far. You’d love this rain.