Leon Trainor: ‘Waking to Rain’

Waking to Rain

Sounds of wet run everywhere,
soak is crying out to seep
to fill drains, infuse the soil,
bond with droplets in the air,
flow together in a stream
that never stops. This the dream
we wake to share, all our sleep
was for this: to lie muddled, warm,
wishing to blend with what we hear
although we fear it may enfold
sounds that never found a form.
Moments of clarity are few
and brief, and always outside: through
miles of whispering, blurred rain,
individual birds
ping grace notes at intervals,
as if an orchestra withdrew
leaving behind the triangles
to offer meaning to the world.

Leon Trainor

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