Rain washed sky,

Rain washed sky,

Falling down,

Into a sea

Of teeming souls,

Splashed by the

Dust of yesterday.

Lonely hearts,

Torn from slumber.

Lovers, warmed

By the memory

Of an electric kiss.

Awnings, full to bursting,

Gutters over flowing,

Windows steaming.

Rheumy eyed strangers

Jostle for coffee,

To drink in,

Or take away.

They use hot cups,

To warm cold hands,

And stare into space.

Blank looks fixed

On every face,

As they dream

Of sun and sand,

Of golden beach,

Exotic land,

And holidays.

Seen so clearly

Through the morning haze,

A reassurance of better days.

And they feel alive.

It gets them through

The nine to five.

And everyday,

In rain or shine,

Though thoughts may drift,

And time shift,

They feel much the same way,

Quietly hoping,

Dreamily moping,

Wishing their lives away.