Dream Poem 7

On the embankment

On a path

I stood looking down at the beach and the sea, it was high tide.

As I watched, bands of scattered showers came in from the horizon line.

Just a couple of lines of rain,

They let their water go and played out quickly

One

After

Another

Like music

Like someone practicing scales

The last one let its water go right by my foot

But I was not wetted.