Still a long way to go before it is a book.

Still a long way to go before it is a book.

Raindrops line dance

Down a window pane

In a race to the end

Sundering light

Distorting the view

Constructing disguises

Worn as overcoats

Umbrellas hiding frozen faces

Lost in shadow

Heads turned

Against the wind.

Arched bodies lean

Into the storm

As bedraggled survivors

Trudge through

The downpour

Biblical in magnitude

Lost in a trough

Of despond.

Strangers tramping past

With barely a glance

Despairing

Of the chance

To find romance

In the sting of a hard wind

Full of raindrops.

The embarrassed splash

Of a passing car

The turn of a collar

The dash for the last train

Before the floods

Bring closure

As blossom

Falls from trees

Defeated

By the cursed tug

Of a ragged wind.

Spring colours bleed

Down into the drain

Leaving behind

A washed out gray stain

Nothing looks the same

Wet through

With rain