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 Medway is a library assistant and writes poetry, with work published in The Dirigible Balloon, Disabled Tales, and Scaryness Express. She loves day trips, which have inspired much of her writing, and enjoys reading and learning at every opportunity.