Yesterday was a cold, wet day. Here are some of my thoughts on the same.
A Cold, Wet September Day
Look at the
overflowing sewers,
water-logged pavements,
hanging live wires,
inundated streets,
hyperactive kids,
snarling traffic jams,
fallen branches of trees,
and a sea of umbrellas all over.
It's a cold wet September day.
Feel the air-
so fresh, crisp and cool-
washed clean of pollutants.
The sky and clouds-
an artist's ultimate delight.
The smell of rain overpowering
that of diesel on the streets and
the sound of rain drowning
the maddening noise of traffic.
It's a cold wet September day.
Glad to be home at last!
Now it's time to listen
to some soothing soft rock music
and have a cup of hot cappuccino
on this cold, wet September day.
Gita Ashok
16/9/2011, 10 am
A September song!...Your day ended just right! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
A September song!...Your day ended just right! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Great imagery in this well written piece on a wet September day Gita.
sometimes rain is a divine scavenger...
Lovely imagery in this write, a cold wet September day and the warmth of your home to come back to............
Gita , your description tallys with the cloud burst over Delhi on the 15th of Sep ! I heard cool & soft jazz too ! I have these Jazz Radio Stations embedded in my computer playing non-stop music ! Thanks , -Raj
It's a poet's delight indeed!
Sounds like the city is at it again, nice write.