As it has been raining a lot here recently, it brings to mind one of those thoughts that is made for just such days. The creative flows when the rainwater does…
The ‘pock’ sounds on the fabric of the umbrella,
jarringly unlike the gentle susurrus of those
which thud on the ground.
Surroundings tingle all the senses,
the rising scents
the tangy taste on the air
the cleansed colours.
The walk is a glorious thing
especially shared with the closeness of a companion,
shoulders sometimes touching,
Perhaps an entwining
of hands on handle
A sense of total togetherness, intimate,
through delicate and momentary caresses.
The way that makes one feel
in no particular rush to be anywhere
under the brolly,
a closed world,
Shared solely between two.
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