Poem - Blankney Rain

Blankney Rain

The rain has stopped
And silence falls
On wet slate roofs
And damp stone walls
Glass like patches streak the road
Lit by a dim street light
That casts its murky shadows
As day gives way to night
Along the rusting iron fence
Caught in the meagre light
Hang rows of tiny raindrops
Like jewels in the night
Water gurgles down the spout
Of the long abandoned school
And in the yard where children played
It forms a watery pool
Slugs and snails now on the move
Lazily slither and climb
Along the paths and hedges
Leaving behind their trail of slime
Mighty trees quench their thirst
As water filters down to roots
That nourish boughs in heavy leaf
And nurture next years tender shoots
And in tomorrows morning sun
The village will stir again
Renewed, refreshed, replenished
By the falling Blankney rain

Rodney Garlant