Rainfall
When the rain came down it was made of chocolate
Streaming across the window-panes, thick and sweet
Dripping under cars and squirming into overflowing drains
Warm or hot, the antithesis of misery or pain.
When the rain came down it was made of sugar,
People stood with open mouths, tasting
With cups and mugs and buckets, waiting
Collecting, savouring, something approaching elation
The shapes the rain made as it bathed the concrete
City, running through the streets and washing all away –
The dirt, the grit, the car-fumes and the traffic signs
Replacing all with rainbow-senses, smells like freshly baked
Cakes, dough and bread left out on a summer’s morning,
Blossoms of Spring or wedding bouquets yet to wilt
Gleaming silver through the crooked branches of a tree
The rain came and went, and took with it the old part of me.