The regular
drip...drip...drip...
of water,
in the metal drain-pipe
outside my bedroom window,
wakes me to the realisation that...
it is raining...softly...
A thin glisten on the balcony floor
reflects the distant lights of the port,
haloed against a dark, no-star, sky.
The winter drought has broken.
I can hear it...drip...drip...drip...
Author notes
Fremantle, at the mouth of the Swan River, is Western Australia's main port to the Indian Ocean.
A contest entry
- Rain by warrior-eagle.
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Comments
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"A thin glisten on the balcony floor
reflects the distant lights of the port,"
I love the picture that comes to mind, it reminds me of staying at my aunts house when i was little and watching the airplanes land next to the river at night. =] wonderful. Best of luck in my contest.
Keep it up.
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