Around Us The Whispering Rain Falls Poem by Gert Strydom

Around us the whispering rain falls
during a Cape winter
with the wind blowing gusty
shaking the windows in their frames.

Sometimes the sieving rain glitter
like pearls in your hair
in the bright candle light

and the heat of the fireplace
is like love that spreads out wider
as if you are throwing out a fragrant blanket
that is covering us
and everything else in the room
and the smell of the rain
penetrates everywhere
and do witness of a new beginning
with us both in it.