Pitter-pattering, soft translucence,

An unseasonal summer rain,

Refuged 'neath low-slung boughs

In a tree-lined Cornish lane,

 

Fine mist-splattered spectacles

impairs sight with every spurt

Drip, drip, drip down the collar

Wetting this warming undershirt

 

Cascading from the leafed canopy

Tramping slowly to the ground

Flickering rainbows glisten

As diamonds in a royal crown,

 

Drumming rhythmically upon the bark

A pleasurable tympan-sounding tone

The sprayed waters twinkle, tinkle

From each leaf, downward thrown,

 

My mouth opened wide, capturing.

Sweetened drops of summer rain

Life no longer seeks urgency

Sheltered safe in this tree-lined Cornish lane