In Neath

In this back street in Neath I hear the patter of rain... The drains are filling fast, and I'm so cold. Reflective windows are there none in this dark street, for all is boarded up - a travesty. Black male cats don't show up in this bleak street, or females come to think of it... A joke - that's me. But I'm so cold that I can barely chat to you, and this isolation is wearying to my soul. More I cannot speak - so wet in thundery rain and it's filling up my shoes... I have to go. -------------------------------------- 8/21/2015 Contest - Rain Sponsor - Silent One 3rd Place win