I'm a little unsure about this one. It would almost certainly be better as a prose piece but I was uninspired by the picture for today (of clouds) so I wrote about a true incident when I went for a walk on the South Downs and got caught in the rain.
It's a structural piece but not, I feel, an especially good one.
For what it's worth, here it is.
The morning that had begun warm
turned cooler,
then cloudy,
then showery..
I chose to cut my walk shorter
across the downs
towards the path
along the coast.
The decision was made too late
the rain came
came harder
came heavier
I tried to shelter in the lee
of a bush
at the side
of the path
Then I tried to run for the trees
huddled down
shortest route
dripping wet
And halfway to that better shelter
my phone rang
rang again
and again
And when at last I was there
pressed back
against the bark
under dripping leaves
I called you back with soaking hands
under a tree
in a storm
to just say "hi!"
