thursday rain

i saw the city
encased in mist n rain n dark
a tomb of fantasy
a womb of silence
it made me silent within
silenced my monkey brain
stilled the raging river
i stared for a moment
n then the torrents of the day continued
people n things n events n conversations
but here
in the wild west
rain poured 
wind howled
clouds gathered in their fields
children donned their wellies
n jumped in puddles
teachers cursed
and reached for movies
some snuggled deeper into their blankets 
n slept the day away
others ignored the ambience of the day
raised their brollies
n continued their way
affected
but unhindered
lonely poets saw lovers tears
bright eyed youngsters saw endless tales
the ill saw their reflection
the housebound saw yet another reason 
to stay hidden
the ancient thought of trenches
fisherman stared out at a stormy seas
not willing to give up their secrets today
artists writers musicians n painter found inspiration
your humble correspondent
dreamt of lands now lost
kings n queens
n suits of steel
of spells n scrolls
n simple times
ballads told
n legends forged
n dreamt
n dreamt

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