Connemara Rain
By
John McGrath
Connemara rain beats hard
against my window pane
and on the hills beyond
where old stones
fold about themselves
Galway shawls
of umber grass
and hunch their backs
against an ancient wind,
indifferent to wind and rain
and me.
And then the sun breaks through
to light the distant sea
with darts of silver.
©October 2010 John McGrath
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