Gold finch feeding in the rain

Crystals on the window panes  
shining pavements and gurgling drains  
mirror pools and scurrying clouds,  
gaudy umbrellas, pink boots and plastic macs.  
Today  grass looks greener, standing tall,  
wild flowers, kaleidoscopic more than Jacob's coat,  
gold finch eager for the thistle seeds,  
seems not to mind rain dripping from her tail.  
her  brood somewhere dry , three perhaps. Who knows?  
Birds dashing to their nests, never try to find them,  
ethnic congregations, narrow chattering streets  
of dripping leaves, dark alleys, ivy on the wall  
happy in the rain or sun,(not so much in winter)  
each day no matter what the weather.  
(My tea that bit warmer, no milk today,  
bought too much on Thursday  
spoilt the first cup of the day,  
curdled as I poured it, will I never learn ?)  
Jack on the rug an eye on me  
the other on a walk........  
He knows it’s raining of course he does  
takes  lessons from the goldfinch  
feeding in the rain.