The Rain Watcher
Hello little sentry
Sitting so still in the porch
Your body round like a chess pawn
Staring straight ahead
At the rain outside
Your little triangle ears
Your tail straight behind you
You look around at me expectantly
And then back at the view
The falling rain
The outside world
That won’t be yours tonight
As long as the rain falls
The rain you don’t like
Yet you seem content to sit patiently
And watch
I know you will guard me
As I stand with you
Smelling the air outside
So beautiful and damp and clear
I love the rain
And you don’t
The fundamental difference between us
But we are still the same
Because we both watch it fall.
Elizabeth Gibson, Fiction Editor at Miracle Magazine, has had poetry and prose published widely. She has had reporting and blogging roles with Manchester Literature Festival and Manchester Cornerhouse. Elizabeth studies at the University of Manchester but her heart lives in Languedoc-Roussillon, France, the setting of her first novel which she hopes to have published one day. She blogs at lglyrics.blogspot.co.uk and writes for for student newspaper The Mancunion