Waiting For The Worst

The light shade of grey in the sky
Seems so harmless and natural
And the pedestrians are
Sauntering and humming

Soon, a dropp or two lands
And splashes onto the soft hair of a
girl, a seven year-old

She tugs her mother’s sleeves
panicking ‘Mummy! It’s raining! ’
And her mother looks up at the grey
stretch, hints of impending (something)

Her mother heaves a sigh of relief,
Calls her poor daughter overly-scrupulous
And holding her by the wrist firmly
amble on blithely

Soon, a downpour reveals itself
and mercilessly flings raindrops rapidly
upon the unprepared people who
Scramble for shelter
And squeeze into every little corner
That they may not get caught


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Even though I don't I write or particularly enjoy the free verse poetry, I deeply admire it and the people that write it because they are not conformed to a rhyming scheme and true freedom of expression is shown. I deeply applaud not just this work, but your others and I ask you to enjoy your freedom.