Great gouts of rain
Blown by the gale
In silver sheets
and pewter curtains
Against me
Every way I turn
Leaves in tatters on the ground
And the sycamore is sighing
Water is high
And the silver stream is racing
Past the stately Heron
To the flood.
I'm soaked to my bones
And energised by the wildness
Of wet October weather.
#CoSopoetry