Rain
Don't be scared of the rain.
Each raindrop is only
a glacier-coloured mint,
placed on a grandma garden's bench.
Each raindrop is a pear-shaped stone,
nestled in a velvet slit
of a jeweller's stand of darkening blue sky.
Each raindrop is a precious giant's tear,
fallen upon the tangle of a nest of a bird.
Each raindrop is a bead from a kaleidoscope,
made earlier from a picnic basket of materials.
Each raindrop is a dot of light,
a reflection of a face
in a silver flute as you play.
So rehearse.
Gallivant with its silver-smooth note cascade.
Don't be afraid.
Each raindrop is only
a glacier-coloured mint,
placed on a grandma garden's bench.
Each raindrop is a pear-shaped stone,
nestled in a velvet slit
of a jeweller's stand of darkening blue sky.
Each raindrop is a precious giant's tear,
fallen upon the tangle of a nest of a bird.
Each raindrop is a bead from a kaleidoscope,
made earlier from a picnic basket of materials.
Each raindrop is a dot of light,
a reflection of a face
in a silver flute as you play.
So rehearse.
Gallivant with its silver-smooth note cascade.
Don't be afraid.
This poem is copyright (©) Kay Medway 2026

About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay works full-time in libraries and enjoys both reading and writing poetry in all of her free time. She has had poetry featured in a positive news local community zine called The Happy Hood. Kay has also written poetry regarding her family history stories for 60 Miles by Road or Rail in her local community.