Corrugations, Gurgles And Umbrellas Poem by Any Brookes

Still the rain beats out tattoos,
monsoon proportioned.
trickling down windows.
water lances
bouncing off pavements
beating out cyclonic tunes
on corrugated roofs.
silver sprites dancing

water nymphs at play
their cachinnations
echoing syncopated rhythms
in the gurgling of drainpipes.

tarred black roads glisten
beneath the sodium orange street lights.
silver headlights shedding wayward bolts
umbrellas sprouting
revolving coloured mushrooms
and from my lofty balcony,
appear as dancers in a cotillion.

then as quickly the rain stops
the dusky sunset in watery shades
of lavender, red and umber beams her smile
painting black clouds with silver linings.