Walk with me through the rain

Water rushes to the drain.
A chill traces slowly along my spine.
Edge away from the kerb
splash, flash, anger, held tight,
then
quick release.
Driver drives on
others avoid the swell
too close
for comfort.
Walk with me through the rain
Water rushes to the drain.
Summer shoes
slowly
soak.
The white darkens, feet squelch
a stream along my toes.

Find a place to shelter watch the muddy water rush by.
Seeing as if for the first time the gentle slope of a familiar road.

Later, when it’s sunnier, drier, I walk past and remember.

Revised, 2013.