Listening to rain
While reading poetry.
But why read poetry
When there is rain?
For there is poetry
In the rain.
—
Reading Clare
While listening to rain.
But why read Clare
For there
Is poetry in rain?
(The above is 2 versions of the same, maybe similar poem. The poem flows from me listening to the rain through my open bedroom window yesterday evening, while reading the poetry of John Clare).
I particularly like the first version of the poem.
Many thanks for your comments, Liz. Having read both versions (several times), I recorded the first version on Tiktok. I very much appreciate your feedback
You’re welcome, Kevin.