He Was All Wet!

 The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall. 

- Helen Garner

soothing sounds

the pitter-patter of tiny feet

my rooftop welcomes

the rain

Wings in the Rain

Mockingbird in the rain 

Tell me how many beads there are 

In a silver chain 

Of evening rain, 

Unravelled from the tumbling main... 

~ Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Print Available - HERE