Rainy Days

Rainy days bring moody ways whilst listening to the earth's blood fall to the ground in rapid, persistent beats. Cars make their way home after a long day at work, gingerly picking their way through the darkened splashes, wipers working frantically to save lives. While cats, caught out in the open, make skittish bee-lines for the underneath of any car to outlast the down pour, and reshape dampened coats with fervent tongues. Dogs look out of front parlour windows at the saturated mayhem, hoping somehow to outlast the rain and avoid a moment of drenched relief. As the day's washing gets hung from the bannisters surrounded by depressed sighs, damp air and raised heating bills. The rain spumes off the roads, continuing to trumpet its presence down drain pipes whilst beating windows senseless. Cafes fill with weather beaten trade, nursing single cups of coffee for the duration of the deluge. Then suddenly, there comes a last drop, just as quickly as there was a first.