Its raining music

a grey carpet

stretches across the sky

no wind to speak of

lets rely

on motionless motion

leaves hang still

raindrops hang

and just won’t spill

daffodil clusters

a silent troop

golden yellow

the whole group

under the cherry

under the  Beech

Rough trunked

and smooth

but together each

stands forlornly

in the rain

dripping wet

it feels a pain

the stillness

and the afternoon

It ought to be

Adding

to the symphony