From above, a sea of domes,
bobbing, weaving, a living mosaic.
Colours burst against the grey,
defiant blooms in concrete gardens.
Red twirls past blue,
a near miss, a silent excuse me.
Yellow ducks beneath black,
a graceful bow, an unplanned pas de deux.
Handles hook and unhook,
partners, changing in this urban waltz.
Fabric brushes fabric
whispered secrets between strangers.
A gust of wind -
and suddenly, pirouettes!
Umbrellas inside out,
dancers momentarily ungraceful.
Drips form trails on the sidewalk,
like falling stars marking paths.
Feet dodge and sidestep,
an improvised choreography.
One closes, a flower folding,
as its owner ducks inside.
Another opens, unfurling,
joining the performance mid-act.
From windows high above,
the view must be magnificent:
A swirling kaleidoscope
of human resilience and whimsy.
As the rain's rhythm changes,
so does the tempo of this ballet.
Fast pitter-patter, quick steps.
Slow drops, leisurely promenades.
At this moment, strangers unite,
bound by the need to stay dry.
Yet, in their shared purpose,
they create accidental beauty.
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoetryThis enchanting collection of poems celebrates the quiet magic of rainy days, inviting readers to curl up with a warm cup of tea and explore the beauty of grey skies. From misty mornings to stormy nights, each poem is a soft blanket for the soul, e...
