Splish!
Splash!
Pitter!
Patter!
Rain falls.
Does it matter?
Under brolly,
staying dry
as the rain clouds
pass on by.
Feeling the rain
fall on your head,
wrapped up in a
Mac instead.
Wet skin!
Wet hair!
As people pass,
without a care.
Wellies on!
Time to splash.
Soaked to the skin
within a flash!
Drip,
drop
from a window ledge;
gush into the gutter
at the roof's edge.
Following the kerb
without a strain
until it falls into a drain.

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Out From Within the Shadow
PoetryIntroduction In March 2013, following the completion of From Within The Shadow, I reached the point of feeling and being like I'd found my way out from within the shadow. With each step it felt like I was opening like a flower: Blossoming, growing s...