Poets' Corner

Old umbrella carcass
Awash in the gutter and left
Cold wetness can't rid yourself yet
Saved will to spend
and memories appear
ripe for the taking, without hesitating
all on a rainy day

Downed power lines
Communication ties
Broken and torn in the wind and the storm
All bets are off for the time
And yet hope
for a comfort or warmth like a youth
who was lost in the scuffle of thought

And it's dark
and the rain doesn't soothe like it should
Like a hand you would shake if it wasn't so fake
like a treacherous friend or a foe
But you laugh in the end
and forget and forget
All on a rainy day