My terrace floods, deep pools reflect
Dark grey skies – it's pouring wet
So my straggly plants droop in despair
As they cower in the Autumn air.
Have you noticed how the rain is loud?
Pearl-like droplets form a crowd
Of crystals streaming down the wall;
One happy thought – dust is no more!
The floor tiles, once bright red, are dull,
Wind-blown-in leaves sure need a cull
Should I sweep? No, let it ride
My trusty broom stays dry inside.
Whoopee! Here comes more pelting rain
So it's slippery underfoot – again!
Brolly aloft, I'm on my way
The clean-up's for another day …
(c) Poet in the woods 2016