Teeming, pouring, drenchingAlso written at Brisbane Airport while walking down the concourse, to catch the flight to Cairns I think... Anyway, all glass on both sides, and outside it was absolutely bucketing down. It was a little surreal, putting my hand on the glass and feeling the raindrops hitting the other side, combined with the muffled sound - trying to imagine being out in it. I can still remember being the only person in sight, just standing in a long empty concourse, looking out at a few planes on the tarmac. It was peaceful.
Rain. Heavy, fat drops.
Rain you want to stand in.
Rain you want to drink.
Head tilted, mouth open, arms wide
Bring the rain so sweet. I want to
Run, dance, kick, splash! But
I can't get outside. So I
Watch, and listen to, the
What's with all the poems?
the earley edition - Posted by Dave @ 7/31/2004 01:15:00 pm || ||