Different rain

Jan 7, 2023

The rain falls hard and fast
where I come from
The heavens crash open
and water pours down in torrents

It splashes across the glass filled city, gushing into drains

Not here. The rain falls softly here
There are times you hardly feel it
You hear the big red buses
squelch tyres across slick roads

But the rain, it falls gently

Grand old buildings change colour
to a darker stonier hue
as the rain quietly, persistently,
soaks its walls

It falls from grey stained gloom filled skies

It falls just enough
to be tolerated. Umbrella free,
I watch Londoners walk with their hoods up
Eyes down cast

Hunched stoic against the relentless

soft

rain

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For Bloganuary – Day 7. The WordPress editors asked us to write a short story or a poem about rain.

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