It seems that rain poems are not out of my system just yet, perhaps due to the lovely downpour happening outside my kitchen window as I type. Here’s a powerfully compact one from Denise Levertov (1923-1997).
“The Five-Day Rain”
The washing hanging from the lemon tree
in the rain
and the grass long and coarse.
Sequence broken, tension
of sunlight broken.
So light a rain
pending above the rigid leaves.
Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons
off the tree! I don’t want
to forget who I am, what has burned in me
and hang limp and clean, an empty dress —