A wet day outside,
And I wanted to go out,
And feel its wetness.
Feel the wind blowing,
And the drops of rain falling,
And make me feel cold.
I lost it again,
All I didn’t really have,
And now it is gone.
The coffee half drunk,
Still at the edge of the stool.
Warm and welcoming.
Tag: wet
Sat 22/02/20
What the barman saw,
Under the bar last evening,
Is something so gross!
Maybe, it is now,
And maybe it ain’t. We’ll see!
When we go under.
The darkness surrounds,
Closing in like a thick fog,
Chilling to the bone.
There’s a quietness,
Eerie and haunting down there,
Like a dripping tap.
And so we returned,
And pledged to not speak a word,
Of what we saw there.
To be continued…….
Thursday 14/11/198
Well the story’s told,
The film rights and books are sold,
For notes you can fold.
The day’s cold and wet,
The rain dripping through the trees,
Makes a poor shelter.
Thursday 13/06/19 It’s wet outside
Down London’s wet streets,
The rain is falling once more.
It is wet outside!
There’s a change ahead,
And things will be different!
Take them as they come!
What’s the city’s mood?
Hopeful, excited or dulled?
Each has their own bag.
Friday 22/02/19 Misty Morning
Misty morning roads,
Making things to dissappear,
And lights shining bright.
It’s not very cold,
Wet, yes it’s wet, you feel it.
Good to get inside.
Thursday 17/01/19 Trains
There’s talk on the train,
Rebellion from last on.
Move down there’s more space.
The train is moving,
Faster today into town,
It’s cold wet and grey.