Night rain seems to possess surreal beauty.
The glow of car lights punctuate its presence.
In late December, on cold, bustling streets,
It captures winter's dark, eerie essence.
Even now, in January, it is
Relentless. Yet, each silvery drop holds
A certain odd splendour to those of us
With curious eyes. Night rain stirs the soul.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Online) - Published: January 12th, 2026 03:35
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Watery reflections mirror mental reflections that are all best seen in the dark. A lovely write
Thanks Soren...it was originally a quatrain, but I revised it so that January got a mention...ha-ha!
You are most welcome Dominic
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