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The Shower

I sit inside Watching the rain, Tracing it's path Down the window pane. I gaze at the people Rushing past, Praying the shower Will not last. Coats are buttoned, Umbrellas brought out. It's a downpour There's no doubt. Snug inside I sip my tea, Getting wet Is not for me. People dash for cover As the rain pelts down, Making the puddles A murky brown. The streets are empty, As the rain reaches it's worst. It's a good job I found shelter first. Slowly the puddles Stop growing in size, The sun and the rain Reach a compromise. As the rain drizzles down And the sun reappears, I see the most beautiful rainbow I've seen in years. People emerge From under trees, All that's left Is a refreshing breeze. Although it's dry I want to stay another hour, I'll watch and watch For the next winter shower.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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