Unsure briefly whether it was Winter or Spring,
the rain comes down unexpectedly like a rhythmic song,
leaving Chorlton Bookshop, footsteps sing
running past Lloyds, across the road I rush along.

Glass on the Bus stop broke, no haven from the rain,
Other shops shut early, an blurry scene unfolds
No other places to hide what once did reign,
waiting for the bus, memories stir.

Ghostly quiet in the rain, a metamorphosis profound
an imaginary book started, now a different trade,
a different genre, a brief glimpse in the mist found,
from noir to crime to comedy, the scene has strayed,

in the downpour's embrace, a solace remains,
a fleeting moment, nature in urban refrains.

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Part of my 30 Sonnets in 30 days projects for NaPoWriMo 2024.

The full archive is here - https://andyn.substack.com/p/napowrimo-national-poetry-writing

Mp3 archive - https://andyn.bandcamp.com/album/sonnets-over-napowrimo-national-poetry-writing-month