A Soft Day Thank God

Particles of ice dust, high in the atmosphere Surrounded by vapor, condensing on it’s skin More and more, they coalesce together Forming rain clouds, of tiny droplets within. Growing heavier, reaching saturation point, Impossible to defy, gravity’s taking over, Falling from skies, in critical mass formation Turning into a mist, drizzle starts to pour. Running for cover, not wanting to get soaked Standing in a doorway, but shelter is scant Coming down sideways, I finally surrender Drenched to the bone, keeps blowing aslant. Puddles fill up, turning roads into rivers Gutters overflow, creating makeshift streams Big lorry races by, causing a tidal wave Gone beyond caring, don’t bother to scream. Kicking high water, all along the footpath Perhaps I’m actually, standing in the sea Almighty flash, then terrific roar of thunder Oh give me a fishing rod, catch my own tea. By David Kavanagh Tea English = afternoon meal Soft day Ireland = heavy saturating drizzle