Rain.

.

Rain

as in English novels

on moors, on cobblestones,

soaking and unyielding,

a character more

than a consideration,

calling to mind

black-and-white movies

and trench coats

collars up

umbrellas

pushed into service

dashing

leaping, tiptoeing

all hesitance

puddles aside

drops running down windows

chasing each other

down

pour

unrelenting

sound amid fury

whoosh of wheels

ink of streets

all

dark

all

symbiotic in saturation

obscuring

faces so

the best thing

is

you cannot see

her tears.

.

.

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3 Comments on “Rain.”

  1. Quite fine, Lily…and the imagery took me back to that era….

  2. janinevasta says:

    ink of streets…..gorgeous line Lily. I love the frantic feel of this. Haha, I’ve certainly taken refuge in the weather before now myself… 😉 x


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