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Rainy Day
Friday, Aug. 09, 2002 - 21:48

It’s a wet summer’s day, and I’m under a bus shelter, looking at the rain
The fat grey clouds have chased the people from the streets
With their inhospitality, but I stand here, damp, and listen to its rhythmical chorus
And watch glistening glassy raindrops gather on the roof
Then dive to the ground

The nearly empty streets seem mine to play with, for with impertinence
I ignore the whispering shower telling me to go home to the warm and dry
The silence on the bus is broken by the swoosh of wheels though puddles
And the deep British desire to discuss the awful weather
Sparks conversations between strangers

The normally lethargic population of the town is suddenly enlivened
Running through the cascades of water to their next point of call
And every house and shelter becomes a shining haven,
For fellow escapees from the opening heavens
Armed with umbrellas

The air hosts a symphony of the orchestrated percussion
Of the sound of the tumbling droplets and the splashing of feet
I pull up my hood, and hear a gentle harmony created on my head
Whilst the sounds of traffic are dulled. And whilst the hot sun seems distant
I thank the clouds with smiles for the pouring rain.

So that's what I did today. Seriously, I even made a list of things I love about the rain :) I went shopping and bought some shorts! yay! :D

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