A rainy night in with Mr Rain

From the green meadows of the north spraying of green now fountain dark for each train hour passing towards Sevenoaks its two way journey at dawn... lilies are in bloom imagining the window sill attacked it neighbours cat flung jasmines are near and far and yet who knows who the hell is he talking? “The person you are calling is not available right now, Please leave a message after the beep” may be this morning beyond exhaustion of a door at which he knocked and entered years before now no street or city comes to mind hoping one last time that dawn comes and brings the sun Günsel Djemal 5.6.2011 R.Gardens London