Grey mist to the sea
Black, white crested waves
Rothko through and through
With some imaginary spirit
Sat unseen, set behind it all
Today we have the rain
Yet hardly a hint of breeze
And a silver grey
Seemingly cloudless sky
But it is true
We do have the rain
Free falling to splash on tin & tile
Calling us to stay indoors
Snuggle up, with a book
Listen to our favourite music
Watch the seals play
Make best of having a telescope
Feel the cool air on bare bodies
In preparation for a warm shower
While he seeks out light
The light that we only see
On the painters canvas
Or in the photographers print
I seek out the sound
That we all might hear
Of raindrops on corrugated roofs
And aeroplanes taking to the sky
In this way sight and sound are given back to us
The trickle of stream
The break in cloud
Our earthly atmospherics reflected
Grain of sand
Lap of wave
Pop of bladderwrack
Under the soles of feet
Watch the brackish water
Taint the sea with it's purples and browns
Pause, on a hill, under the cover of a fir tree
A half-covered shelter from the diagonal rain
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