A Wet Day

I took a stroll on a wet November day following a track down to the byway there was a pile up causing a long delay nearby some heaps of trash left to decay rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway then down the steep hill to the walkway Into the park where I watch the children play rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray hangs down in threads, like papier-mache when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay