By Victoria Crawford
Small rain,
I dreaming hear,
falls on the metal roof
in the deepest of morning hours,
raindrops
slip down,
each one a chime
that peals on roof edge
and sinks into garden whispers:
soon, soon.
California poet, Victoria Crawford currently lives and writes in Chiang Mai, Thailand often writing about the country’s ecology and nature. Her poems have appeared in places such as Postcard Poems and Prose, Hawaii Pacific Review, Canary, Windfall and some anthologies.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 
Its a perfect rainy day, complete with metal roof here, to find this poem.
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