And it Began to Pour
There is no explanation for
the way the rain seems to come
on us when we are in sudden
postures like tall statues
smiling briskly in the sunshine.
We melt to running figures, with long
and languid limbs, sweeping
across the fields of sidewalks and arbors
to awnings and overhanging branches.
The most fortunate community
seeks sanctuary in small squares, dripping
laughter and squeezing dry
their coats and hair.
We push closer to each other
teeth chattering business about
first names and opinions on poor weather.
When the clouds pull away like taffy
or melted cheese and the sun heeds
its warmth upon our heads
we gently congratulate eachother
on surviving the storm
and march on, toward lit homes.
1 Comments:
Meg,
I read the three posts on this page and I really hope one of my little sisters ends up as interesting as you! Wow. Good stuff! Now back to the family....I don't have time for such luxuries as reading for enjoyment...do I? =)
Best Wishes from Germany
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