Dee is doing a poetry course at uni and I hated poetry for so long, but I think I can appreciate a little bit of it in my old age . Anyway – so I thought I would have a go at a poem for the first time in a decade or so.
Rain. Used to make me sleep
Listening and listening to the drips dig, and dig (deep)
Now the patter, once comfort and chatter
just makes me worry more,
and fury more,