A welcome shower today
cracks in the lawn now healing
rosettes of next year's flowers
turn green again;
long grass waits scythe and sickle
mice scurry through the straw,
thistle wool and rose hips
red crab fuit for March,
heavy strigs,groaning branches
to the ground.
Do I hear them sigh ?
the rain has gone away
the Wrekin clear again,
the aerial standing clear
dusty streets, autumn leaves
and blowing plastic bags.