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[Inspired by James Horner’s “Arabesque” from the late composer’s “Pas de deux”:]
Rain, again,
but its news always welcome,
bringing tales drifted from afar,
falling, nourishing,
first words heard in a drop
that ripples out, its conclusion
always missed.
Yet, a pluvial arrival heralds
cleansing, too. Washes away
past, present; clears
a space for tomorrow
on verdant ground.
Mirrors tears if you want it to,
or a liquid hope if you don’t.
She was sadly pleased to awake
to this grey, water-strewn view.
Why, she couldn’t quite decide,
but watched, eyes rapt
by the dance of rain and leaves,
swirling on a breeze-lent rhythm,
oblivious to all
except their own expressive
fall to earth; final bow
and curtsey
at this particular act’s
unexplained end.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2015]
