Rain
Whisky skies split splashing us to work
purposely bursting sandbagged streets
drenching pigeons grounded in the downpour
spilling the bellies of belching grids
riotous rivulets racing buses like babbling boys
in the serious city the capillary action
of wet feet escapes us from suited restraint
and umbrellas abandoned arm in arm we puddle jump.
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PJ Girl said,
September 25, 2012 at 4:39 pm
I’m loving the whisky skies!
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 25, 2012 at 4:48 pm
It’s true! They were sort of browny, which doesn’t have the same ring about it at all 🙂
PJ Girl said,
September 25, 2012 at 4:57 pm
That’s why you a such a talented lady – my description of murky skies would just fall flat!
Subhan Zein said,
September 26, 2012 at 7:14 am
Whisky skies? Marvelous! 🙂
Subhan Zein
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 27, 2012 at 7:48 am
Thank you, dear Subhan x
Sharmishtha Basu said,
September 27, 2012 at 5:19 am
sounds like kolkata rain when it pours down merrily 🙂
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 27, 2012 at 7:44 am
It is good to see you here today, Sharmishtha. Poetry is a great at making connections between us, isn’t it? Even if we all see and feel things differently, some images work to bring us together. x