Dashing dodging
showers of freshness
silver scattered
amongst the flowers
across the car park
wavy rainbows
sway in puddles
why dash by.
Pitter patter
on the car roof
makes me grateful
keeping dry
windscreen wipers
giving rythmn
marking time
until it stops.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
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Comments on: "29 days into July" (3)
I love the idea of windshield wipers marking time as it passes.
Could have done with your poem the other day Elaine Patricia, better late than never though.
Fickle rain. 🙂