Thursday, 27 November 2008


The rain that had threatened waited til dusk,
When people were scurrying for the train or the bus,
Some of them huddle, some of them shelter,
I jumped through the puddles helter skelter.
Tall buildings sometimes provide some respite,
From the weather’s watery might,
But by now I was skipping through a greener Queens Square,
I loves that city foul weather or fair!

1 comment:

  1. I love your writing. Just hope I haven't confused you with the missing obama story. It will return in a much better way.
    Stay tuned.