Is this how stone hears rain?
What an odd question to pose.
But there it is:
Is this
How stone
Hears rain?
For now, today,
this moment,
this hour,
this house.
this body,
this grain,
Sits,
As rain
drapes over the eaves
and runs hollow
on stucco.
And in this place,
at the center of all things,
where each stone is a stone
unyielding,
Rain is rain,
rock is rock,
and one thing
repels another.
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Very contemplative interaction . Great subject. In the UK we have Wales where slate roofs turn to black plastic in the persistent rain. Great poem. Don’t go mad, us poets are needed.
Ray
Thanks for popping in Ray. Hope you are well.
D
Devon, a very definitive poem on rainy weather… one breathes in your words and dialect as to consume weather itself!
Thank you Lance. Your support is always appreciated. Stay safe and well. D
My pleasure, Devon. Support is what it’s all about! Thanks- you as well.
I’m falling in love with your poetry!! ❣️
Thank you. And I look forward to reading your work. D
I hope my works interest you! ❣️