January, wet and windy
Gone the December indecisiveness
Replaced by the certainty of a daily squall
Long rambles replaced by short hurried walks
Shoehorned in between the showers
Rivulets of rain coat the window
Drops converging to run their course
Gutters overflowing, storm drains lifted,
As water seeks lower ground flooding all in its path
The garden lies untended, wild
But becomes an oasis for birds, singing and calling as they search for food
Unperturbed by the weather's rage
Joyful in their reborn freedom
The moorland is unpassable
A boggy wasteland seeping and oozing
Ravines have become rivers and the reservoir is at last, full
As water courses down the hillside
Rain, the saviour of our planet
Watertable raised, lakes filled to the brim
The sheep continue to graze and the birds will always sing
To celebrate the January rain
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