Three days of rain

Three days of thrashing rain

the path glistens like mercury

dampness impossible to dry

cold tremors running up the spine

the days dwell in darkness

impenetrable to sunrays

to any sense of joy

trees and rocks coated in molten metal

yet all things colder to the touch

and older too, and more spiteful

those affronting the downpour

shoulders hunched as under yoke

head down and that forward thrust

of one ploughing the field of dark

the cows bored stiff, the sheep silent

the dogs shuffle from hearth to door

sniff the air from the slit and trot back

spin into a pungent bun on their mat

only the cat imperturbable

her silvery coat blending in

her yellow eyes like lit windows

pierce the deluge in a drowsy vigil

her ears poised for abating rain

even when cleaning her spotless paws

the torrent drumming in the gurgling drain