There's a rolling quality to it,
fluidity really (duh!?!)
rolling from the sky, filling a million little voids.
Eventful, this drizzle, filling the day with purpose,
not vapid like that "pretty" sunny day.
The sound of it confusing, soothing if you let it be, but . . .
Calling out to you to move, be fluid too . . .
There is a flow in life, a ride you'd best take,
if you want it all that is.
Murky, daybreak never comes,
a Welsh countryside inside my mind
deep and distant drums.
Alas, with the flow I'll go now,
with every pelting drop,
with every trickle passing,
it's life that rolls like thunder,
life that never stops.
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