Rain poem
By Simon Barget
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This is the rain that has always rained
thunderless unadorned - striking leaves
branch sills slabs and the stepping-stone
steps that make their way to the shrine
Sound panoramas: near high-pitched distinct
each drop a clamorous child inviting reproach
over the fields taking in space sound is lower fuller offensive and strong
Rain cascades from gutters and flings back up from the rough concrete render
-The steady breeze - but this rain drops deadweight
Down
Down
Down
wanting to show it is no passing phase
This is the rain from Nepal
buffalo Pokhara rain
the constant rough rain
rainy season rain
from Pai to Mae Sai
and Kyoto's Tetsugaku-no-michi
that day that it rained
The rain is a gauze
protecting Eastern repose from my starched London life:
because in this rain you recede
and each firecrack thought joins
with each sacred drop in a coagulate dance
Then the clamour of that crow
like it has something to say about this rough rough rain
A thing to enlighten those sculpted ferns
and those damn patient trees
and swelling ground
and the rice crop that spreads out to the hillside
I know the crow has to wait. It will wait
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