Three miles in the rain
A sky blue umbrella overhead
And a cold rain whispers down on to it.
Along the lake shore
Mallards float indifferently
Amid the patters falling all around them.
If I tilt my head back far enough
I can wash my face
And the water trickles down my chest
Where the raincoat is open.
Swans take to wing
Paddling frantically while wide white wings
Fight gravity and tenacious water
And eventually, released, glide to the farther shore.
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