Weather in the streets

A poem entitled ‘A Description of a City Shower’.

The sudden shower, the flimsy shoes that leak,

The soggy socks, the soles that squelch and squeak,

The hapless moment’s refuge from the rain

Beneath a deluge from a broken drain,

The reeking dogs that smell like stinking stoats

And know just where to shake their shaggy coats,

The crowded pavements packed with passers-by

Whose wretched brollies poke you in the eye,

The sodden scraps discarded in the street

That turn to sludge and glue themselves to feet,

The clammy plastic mac, the sudden bath

From cabs that find each puddle in their path;

Earth surely has its sights to show more fair

Than heavy downpours drenching Leicester Square!

Oh Milton, were you living at this hour

You’d brave the grave to shelter from this shower.