In Torrents

Nice to be back, just gutted that I missed Willow Manor Ball.....*sigh*

Come outside, dare oily puddles,
paint some love across the sky
Cast away the rainbow's beauty
feel the magic of her cries

Cleaning corners of the mindset,
little children hurry by
Car engines roast in mid Atlantis,
hailing down from heart and eye

Worries soaked through, sighs diluted,
city building, way too vain 
We use the ferrule of umberellas
to burst through clouds and bring the rain.

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Who Needs A Mac?

Come out tonight and jump the puddles
Splash some love across the street
Feel the trickles down your collar
With each forecaster's fine deceit

Clouds of anger, keep collecting
Changing white to midnight grey
Lash reserves on cobbles, gratings
So many signs to disobey

Coloured lights pierce through the torrents
Tempting us to go inside
Nab a drink and sit there tingling
Clean the corners of our minds

Clothes cling tight, twist and gather
Shoes they squelch with every stride
Hair is pasted, make up wasted
Worries for a short time slide.

November rain persists to call us
Out into the back street lights
Run with laughter, failed umbrella
Catch the essence of the night

Make wishes as the ripples join up
Waterfalls down window panes
Rain ever cursed from sheltered beings
Whose appeal continues to arcane

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