RAIN TODAY, RAIN YESTERDAY
Grey skies again,
sadness in person as our world melts,
tears waterfalling from all-encompassing
clouds and sunshine a thing of the past.
We imagine blues -
skies, laughing eyes, summer seas, pore
over photographs (in black and white)
where we, as children, wore skimpy shorts.
We paddled, fished
for tiddlers, found starfish, collected
countless shells, our parents soaking up
the sun - in those days the sun always shone.
Or so we remember
in full Koda-colour, reds, yellows, blues -
vivid as untouched watercolours - looking
out on yet another day of unremitting rain,
the earth in mourning?