Grey rain completely flooded town streets.
It turned uneven roads to fast streams.
Wet people went submerged into dreams
to psalms uneasy whispered by trees leaves.
The morning wrapped the town in a scarf
from heavy thread of thick dove-coloured fog.
The sky threw silver arrows from above
those fell and split to tiny water drops.
They quickly dashed on countless sloping roofs
and knocked against the fully wetted glass
of the dark windows, leaving there faint looms
those had been shown by the forgotten past…
by Thea Ariss
15.04.2024/17.04.2024