Light Rain In The Afternoon Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Light rain In the afternoon
The sky a blue filter in the early morning
I venture to say at the dawn of the day
And looking back as a ghost I see
It could have been any day at all
Yet no day is generic though
The rainfall becomes a blend of harmonies
Over time that merge into one remembrance
Sometimes of comfort or of dread
Depending if one is home instead
Or going out in a suddenly gully washing torrent unforseen
To catch a bus that has no shelter
So drenched and not a duck you go to work
In a place dimly heated
But home is another story
Going home
You know you can make cocoa in the end
And blast the heat comparatively speaking
and comfort yourself with knowing
A rose filter may fill the sky next daybreak
And you will be home on Saturday
as if it were Heaven
and there was no need for galoshes.

mary angela douglas 30 august 2024