A Leaking Gutter

There is something so appealing in dereliction.
When Nature can blend its own colours into
aged brickwork. When gutters come alive with
greenery and turn themselves into waterspouts.
When roses left to wander come and greet us.
Let us hope that the sound of raindrops on the
earth will always be heard in such quiet places
beyond the reach of developers' crass ambitions.