Watercolour
water pours.
gutters spew,
pipes Sluicing.
looking down
from eyrie's view.
umbrellas like
mushrooms sprout.
multicoloured wash,
enlivening grey streets.
Wonderful imaginary. So touchingly and nicely delineated. A beautiful poem on rain. I appreciate it. Full vote. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
funny how quickly the mushrooms can 'disappear' when the rain stops! ! ! ! supper time here. have a good morning, Sir Andy. bri ;)