Double wayra. It’s raining again. Painting by Constable.
Rainsong and evensong
Counting raindrops drip-
dripping from the eaves into
water butts, brimming cloud-cold.
No sky in their mirror,
no birds disturb the steady count.
Who hears evensong
on rainy nights of flung drops
against the pane, shutter-creak
and wind in the chimney?
In the bird-hedge, it flutters, hushed.