Wet Wednesday in Wakefield

The blazing embers of a winter sun

sink below the distant horizon,

as streetlights claim approaching night.

A solitary shopper treads the rain-sheened pavement,

hunched against the evening chill.

The drizzle has stopped for now,

promising to return, reinvigorated,

from the covering cloud

that attempts to veil the sunset.

Hands in pockets, hair bedraggled,

our traveller longs for the warmth

of a home that is still some way off.

A glance skywards suggests the rain will come

before he reaches his sanctuary.

With a metaphorical shrug, he quickens his step,

suspecting it to be in vain.

Then this realisation hits him, and he slows his pace again,

accepting the stark inevitability.

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keith jeffries

Wed 31st Jan 2018 10:39

Trevor, thank you for this as it takes the reader directly to the scene you portray. Well written. Keith

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