A rainy day poem...

A quick post today. I've been in Auckland sorting out visas, and meeting up with R who is back home after three weeks - hooray!

It was raining (!) when we got back to our little city - so I think it's appropriate to post this poem by Hone Tuwhare - enjoy!

Rain

I can hear you

Making small holes

In the silence

Rain

If I were deaf

the pores of my skin

would open to you

and shut

And I

should know you

by the lick of you

if I were blind

the something

special smell of you

when the sun cakes

the ground

the steady

drum-roll sound

you make

when the wind drops

But if I

should not hear

smell or feel or see

you

you would still

define me

disperse me

wash over me

rain