Falling in silver hearted drops

glistening on window panes

running in tinkling rivulets

down shady country lanes.

Splashes large and mists so fine

refreshing, sweet and cool

smell the wet earth of the wood

taste the tranquility of a pool.

Long sweltering days without a drop

end in a flashing thunder storm

lightning blue 'cross clouds of black

scare the leveret in his form.

Gutters flood, gush and gurgle

everywhere gets a washing

 through new puddles in the street

see the wellie children sloshing.