Hissing on searing roofs rain licks
like dry grass burning crackling crinkled
A well-soaked tram is striking six
The city’s being gently sprinkled
Lone rain-walk Past the river thunder
No I don’t mind my hair wet down
Just dreaming visions wild with wonder
that fragrant grass rains on the town
Softly I’m singing
to the rain’s beating
some random words
of a rain-soaked city
Going Wherever I am bound
with every drop
finding new ground
At bedtime I’ll hide grass-scented blues
under my pillow of eiderdown
Maybe all night in dreams to muse
how outside it’s gently sprinkling down
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