How we used to be

Dancing in the rain

 By Robert Kingston

Come see in the rain as high streets bustle whilst reflections move and disappear underfoot. Once mirrored images lost forever as people scurry, looking, searching, lurching, for items in sales for what they need or just have not got

Come see in the rain where dust is forced to settle, fresh air returning as rain drops in forms of stair rods cleanse from bottom through top, water draining away in gulley’s, gutters or slots

Come see in the rain as distant noise from public houses turns to laughter as wine flows, people now oblivious to the rain created pictures disappearing outside, muted, misted windows. A shame they care a little and not a lot.

Come see in the rain as bright colours appear and change like a kaleidoscope   moving to and fro against plate glass windows, glistening of reflective hues, as images move past, content their own image will not last, will be forgot

Come see in the rain where bright coloured wellie boots filled with mischievous young minds smiling, create explosions of puddle filled flagstones, water ebbing to and fro, laughter and glee belching out as quiet mill pools are blasted to extinction, water displaced, magic released, a child’s face a glow

Come see in the rain as poetic pictures are generated from parading umbrellas and mackintosh’s, pictures filled with bright colour, faces of mood, shapes devoid of body form, well some will conclude

Come see in the rain as clouds above change and create vast art pieces rarely copied in true form. With bright and dull colours, none uniform as they constantly rotate, disperse, reform

Come dance in the rain for life is far from dull when the sun does not shine but instead casts a rainbow for all smiles to follow

© Robert Kingston 30.8.14