Blue, Green, Red and Purple: Rain
You can feel, hear, see the day-long rain in Betty Collins’s atmospheric poem.
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All day the rain fell steadily -
All day I sat indoors, scribbling -
Scribbling unimportant speculations.
The wind blew gusitily and fitfully.
Temperamentally
It spurred and whipped the rain
Which ever and again
Fell heavily.
Constantly
The light changed.
The luminous canopy of the clouded sky
Changed its texture -
Now purest finest silk,
Pearly silver.
Now heavy damask, purple lined,
Now deep grey velvet, hoarding light.
Ever and again it lifted , then fell down in leaden folds
As, drenched, the heavy canvas spilled its load.
All day it rained.
Then, suddenly, towards evening,
The sun being very low,
Shone through a more translucent patch.
The black trees, the black roads,
The dark pools,
Were in a moment
Silver.
And remained so briefly.
