I hear the water swishing down, <br />this equilibrium of rain. <br /> <br />I think of waterfalls and trees <br />leaves dipped with liquid weight, <br /> <br />river floods that rush and foam <br />from clouds and burns to every firth <br /> <br />but more, how the wet-sated moss <br />blinks this raised mirror full of light, <br /> <br />invites parched earthlings to stumble <br />and plowter in its star-shaped pools, <br /> <br />or patchy depths and aqueous animals, <br />their lives made possible by mist and rain <br /> <br />as my life has been made possible in Scotland, <br />this country I love for its rain.<br /><br />Sally Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirror-flanders-moss-near-stirling/
