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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

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