Rain Poems (A Year is a trained beast with no memories)

Rain Poems (by poets)

Afternoon (by me)

The slow plink, splink, poonk
of
Drops
of
Water
Falling
Found
Seeping deep
While I
Slink away to sleep




"The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear.
A year is a trained beast with no memories."

(from "The First Rain" by Yehuda Amichai)