Rain [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

The rain was suddenly pouring down
in the late afternoon
a thing that we used to call
civil service weather
when everybody was going home

Just two thunder claps was followed
by a torrent of rain
and red roses was blown against the window
looking almost like a painting
with the drops running down in little rivulets

and I was dry inside, cordoned off by windows
and a door, being separate from those outside
who was running past in the street
trying to find some shelter.