Amid A Winters Rain Poem by Matthew Holloway

A blur of lights hurry by
In the near dark of a winters day
People shuffle past, faces obscured
With coats, hats, umbrellas
Trying to defy the weather
Songs play out on the radio
A near enough distraction
To the gloom of this afternoon
The grey, black sky overhead
And ceaseless cold wind blowing
Then the patter of rain falling
Building to a roaring crescendo
Drumming against windows
As though never to end
Memories of blue skies
And the high lit sun
Faded away