Phillip HendyDavies


Heavy Rain - Poem by Phillip HendyDavies

Tonight the rain started falling softly onto the caravan roof
Like very small horses pitter-pattering with their elfin hooves
It slowly grew in intensity to a herd of wild mustangs stampeding across the plains
Until at last it became the noise of battle, like the charge of the Light Brigade with big war horses tugging at their reins
Eventually it deadened to a distant carthorse sort of sound
And finally it became a gentle clip-clop of a horse and cart walking slowly on it's daily milk round.

Topic(s) of this poem: water


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Rain on a caravan roof always seems to start with a few gentle drops of rain and a summer shower can then turn into a deluge before easing off before reverting back to a few gentle drops of rain water. The roof reverberates with all the different sounds of the different levels of rainwater and can present an image of sound as a variety of horses in different forms of movement.

Comments about Heavy Rain by Phillip HendyDavies

  • Clarence Prince (1/13/2016 2:08:00 PM)


    I can just about imagine the sounding of the dropping;
    Yet, warm and cosy inside the Caravan!
    Thanks for sharing, Phillip!
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 13, 2016



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