Deluge

The sky, low, oppressive

And moody grey

Sulked down encroachingly  

Before bombarding me

With slanted rain

That attacked

Like an angry army,

Washing my colour away

It chased me from the nooks

And crannies

From silvered trees and

Dampened soil,

It raced through streets

Bubbling hurriedly

Over drains

And bleeding

Buildings

sunk without trace -

- Before the sky

In a lighter mood

Retreated to a steady pace

A whispered applause

A drizzle

A drip.

My sun

My saviour

When will I see you again?