It’s October and we’re into the rainy season. I longed for it all summer (we had no rain
for four months) and by December I’ll be wondering when it will stop, with the rest
of the winter to get through ….
THE GRAMMAR OF RAIN
rain, declining straight sentences 
convolutes multiple clauses
insidious as sea-mist
that hang commas on the window
glistening periods in my hair
it becomes the subject of conversation
while umbrellas punctuate the sky
and puddles dictate the boots on my feet
phrasing the day in a lexicon of rain
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first published in Writer’s Block
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‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.
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About Joanna M. Weston
Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons,
Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
What a lovely poem. This is an inspired comparison and is a delight to read.
So glad you like this, Bill. It raineth yet! But the leaves are turning
and the view from my window is many coloured.