Grey Skies, On An Orange Night.

The Rain pours down on a
London street

Tear drops from the Sky

Like the tear drops that
rolls from each corner

Of my Eyes.

 

People shelter from the
Heavens

Beneath the awning
outside as they smoke

Or inside the public
house itself

As they cosily nurse
their warming drinks.

 

Yet,

Here I stand in the rain

Not flinching one bit

While my coat grows more
heavy and drenched.

 

But I don't fear the Rain

I'm not phased by it

In fact, I embrace it

Letting it soak my skin

Feeling the drops trickle
down my spine.

 

I look up to a street
light

Standing proudly in the
London street

Watching the drizzle fall

Through the Sodium light

That creates the Orange
night.

 

Slowly closing my Eyes

I lift my chin up higher
to the night

Allowing the drops of
liquid sunshine

Hit my tired face

And wash away my Tears

Before dripping away

To fall onto the forming
puddle

Below my Feet.

 

I brush aside my emotions

Allowing myself to listen
to the falling bliss

As it showers the
Pavement.

I absorb it all in;

 

The gushing of water from
a leaking Gutter

 

Every trickle

 

Every splash

 

Every flowing stream

 

Gliding in a Gully

 

I'm taking it all in

 

In this London street
tonight.

 

So when I hear the
laughter or talking

Of those people and their
friends

While they exchange
stories and jokes

As they drink and they
smoke in

In the dry

On this Autumn night

I still stand in the Rain

Letting myself into its
bliss

For tonight, the Rain is
my comfort.

 

My Release.

 

My Friend.