Bus Stop Purgatory

All is the rain,drenching Bathing my bones In icy dampness, Wretchness compounded. Dripping Leylandi frantically, Conceive muddy pools. Uncaring traffic With dim melancholy lights Skult on by,obedient. All the world is foreboding Apprehension suspended In the swollen air,Negative ions With primitive hands,tries to seduce All is the rain, I remember Lying on sand Idly caressing your thigh, As we watched The surfers skimming along On glorious waves.