It’s been raining
for days
and I’ve got soaked
many times –
leaving out the rubbish,
getting spuds from the garage
and putting out a massive spider
that’s been trying
to take up residence
under our sofa!

Finally,
the skies clear,
the rain stops
and we all head off
to Slieve Foy
in the Cooley Mountains.

A tiny stream flows along
right beside our path
carrying autumn leaves
in its clear waters.
A sheet of water
slides gently down
along a sheer rock face,
pitter … pitter … pitter …
as it drips
onto the stone below.

On our way
we find countless waterfalls!
Waters tumble and race,
jostle and pour,
splashing and churning
before disappearing
underground,
murbling and gurgling
somewhere
beneath our feet.

To my surprise
I find myself thanking God
for this week’s rain,
without which
we couldn’t possibly
have been blessed
with the wonder of waterfalls
tumbling playfully
in joyful exuberance
along the paths
of Slieve Foy.

© Claire Murray, 23rd October 2022