Rainy Friday
Friday Rain.
The café facing the busy street has big windows
I see umbrellas walking by, some of them stop,
fold wings, shake water off backs and enter.
I remember my childhood in black and grey when
umbrellas were stygian; and a lady
umbrella was a bit smaller, yet imp-like,
had frilly silk borders, but was sable too.
Rain shades are of all colures now.
cheerful a sharp breeze, they turn inside out and that’s ok;
it is the festive hues against
the inundation I like.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2018
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