Rainy Days Poem by HEG George

Rainy days bring moody ways
whilst listening to the earth's
blood fall to the ground in rapid,
persistent beats.

Cars make their way home
after a long day at work,
gingerly picking their way
through the darkened splashes,
wipers working frantically
to save lives.

While cats, caught out in the open,
make skittish bee-lines for
the underneath of any car
to outlast the down pour,
and reshape dampened coats
with fervent tongues.

Dogs look out of front parlour
windows at the saturated mayhem,
hoping somehow to outlast
the rain and avoid a moment
of drenched relief.

As the day's washing gets hung from
the bannisters surrounded by depressed
sighs, damp air and raised heating bills.

The rain spumes off the roads,
continuing to trumpet its presence
down drain pipes whilst beating
windows senseless.

Cafe's fill with weather beaten trade,
nursing single cups of coffee
for the duration of the deluge.

Then suddenly, there comes a last
drop, just as quickly as there
was a first.