I've always been a timid sort

Careful to look before I leapt

Rarely dived into the water

Watched the company I kept

Then I met you and blew a fuse

Saw my inhibitions do a runner

I was all over you like a rash

I thought you were a stunner

I'm wallowing in you now

The water's as clear as mud

Never been so wringing wet

Never knew life was so good

You...

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After The Storm

Not long after the downpour,

steam dragged itself

from the sheen of cobbles

in an effort to reach

the tiny rainbows

bouncing for the sun.

There was a wet smell in the air,

like the heaving body of a wolf

dying on a riverbank,

choking on its own blood

after the arrow

had pierced its throat.

The deep rumble of thunder

shuddered...

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Arroyo

The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.

Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.

The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.

A passing car cre...

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TORRENT

Falling rain the colour of steel, cast down by the wind blown clouds.

Count the drops in the million, a never-ending torrent drowning the land,

better stay indoors or you’re in for a swim.

See it beat upon your window like a madmen with a drum,

the power of nature in all her ragged glory.

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