The rain comes in
The rain comes in, spattering, thin,
staining high sand, sparing the lee.
Seabirds aloft, lifting, drifting,
unhurried, as they scan the sea.
The rain comes in,
then fades, silence,
my delight is quiet in me.
Richard Carl Subber (Rick) is a freelance editor, a writing coach and an amateur historian. He’s a former newspaper reporter/editor who transferred his love of language to more satisfying expressions. Rick is a proud grandpa who is patiently teaching his granddaughter how to write, in case there is poetry in her future. His blogs are: http://barleyliterate.blogspot.com/ and http://historybottomlines.blogspot.com/