Rain Again

Again the swish 
Of rainy wheels
The drip drop
Damp soil scent
And luscious mossy green.

Remembered valleys
Hung with mist,
Ring pooled silent lakes
Seen through overhanging trees.
And along the lane
The sloppy march
Of muddy boots.

At tea time 
In the porch 
A scattered pile 
Of little wellingtons
While just within 
Are fractious cries 
Of little souls,

 Thank the lord
It's time for bed.

JL August 17 13:50