8am Fine but cloudy
9am Possible shower
Says the screen on my phone
So much for meteorology
My cat looks forlornly through the cat-flap
It’s been raining for three days….solid.
Three days like a never ending firehose
In the yard
Water pools in the trailer
Water pools on the lawn
Worms, desperate refugees squirm toward high ground
As the ground squelches, sponge-like underfoot
Rain barrels overflow
Passing trucks hiss by sending washes,
Small Tsunamis down my driveway
Under lead grey skies
A bird seeks shelter under the eves
A lone walker struggles past, soaked
Wrestling his umbrella against the wind
And still it falls
Peach blossom can no longer cling to the branches
Submits to the rains power and floats
Pink, limp and exhausted
In the puddles on the lawn
Soggy leaves make fine dams
Gutters overflow, downpipes blocked
Everything feels damp
Smells damp
Tastes damp
Even the air here inside.
The rivered streets slick and shine like mirrors
In a mono-chrome world
I look out the window
For the cowardly sun
Still a no-show
The sky darkens further
Like my mood
Thunderous rain beats against the roof
And waves its opaque magicians cape
As the street disappears
Concealed from view
Only the rain
My constant companion
Only the Rain.
Oh, I like this! The imagery is so vivid and concrete, I actually felt wet as I read it. Well done!
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Thank you Liz, most kind of you. Glad you liked it.
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Wonderful poem!
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