The sky, lack luster blue

striped clouds dance like kites tails to the horizon

until the wind comes up

grey, overcast becomes the new display

only the gulls witness the change.

Small drops of rain begin to fall

merely a nuisance

soon there is enough water to mix with the dry dust on the ground

small muddy patches develop

exposed the occasional pedestrian slipping

skating along

as the drops become larger

and quicker

None

umbrellas pop open.

liquid begins to pool in the once-dusty streets

passing cars avoid deeper puddles

Again

without any fanfare

rolling dark clouds appear

the rain begins in earnest

instantly water runs forcefully through the gutters

until it overflows

out onto the main boulevard.

Crossing any street shoes are soaked through

Pants are wet up to the shins

Stay to the inside

walking on the sidewalks

so that the water spray from passing cars cannot reach them.

Hurrying along now

pressed on by the rusty rivulets

that divide wet and dry into separate camps

Comments

bohemianopus Jan. 1, 2013 @ 10:22 a.m.

Great poem, Nan! It paints such a visual image. It makes me want to go put on a cup of tea and listen for the raindrops.

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nan shartel Jan. 7, 2013 @ 2:04 p.m.

thx doll ...it wasn't an easy write but the picture helped a lot

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richzombie Jan. 2, 2013 @ 5:11 p.m.

very very nice ! a great day to write a poem

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nan shartel Jan. 7, 2013 @ 2:06 p.m.

thx RZ..my New Year's resolution is to come back to the READER...hahahahahahahahaha...i miss the old gang...some are gone permanently i guess but hey i still want to hang wid all you homeys...

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quillpena Jan. 8, 2013 @ 3:32 p.m.

nice,nan. it made me want to sit in front of the fireplace with a hot cup of cocoa--with marshmallows.

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nan shartel Jan. 8, 2013 @ 11:34 p.m.

that sounds tasty Quill...may i join you tomorrow morning??

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