let it talk let it drip

pit
pit apat
pita pat
pitapat plop

pita pata
pita plop
plap.

the rain outside may be trying to say something in the dark.
let it talk let it drip.

Sore throat heavy head, cold.
Cold and wet, irish air in it's dampest form, puddles outside on the path.

Daffodils now visible outside, it is light, son gets up, watch him get up get dressed,
He takes a blanket and covers his father, to get the better of the cold infection, a few sympathetic words and he is off to join his cousins

Get up, take a shower, the shower cold for a long long time, the time that it takes the watet to get from the boiler to the shower head, to warm up the pipes.

Wash the body, warm water makes the cold bearable.
The brother is in his study,

Sit down at the kitchen table and watch the clouds down over the hills, the green grass and the gorse flowers, dull yellow today because of the almost fully diffused dim light.

Pit a pi ta ta pi.