Right as Rain

Something about the rain

Always put him in his place

Regardless of time and circumstance

He sat obediently

Schoolboy gripped by spectacle

Steady, silent specks darkening dry dirt

Lifting scents of damp dust

Colouring summer’s tiring leaves

That lay so lightly on the lawn

Chiding him for truanting

Daydreaming, forgetful child

The softest of scoldings for the man



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