Les pluies de l'été

The thirsty drops of rain tingling onto my head,

Barren thoughts of joy that it seems to have bred .

Its the misty cloud and the virgin vapours insight ,

Its not me that seems to have indulged in this fight.

I lift up my cramped self to walk in the cool breeze ,

Thanks to the coy clouds that ease out all the crease.

Its not me to be blamed for I have no tempest needs,

Its the rain that has caressed and dampened all the seeds..

photo: London, April '09