The rain lashes at my bedraggled face
Like some angry bitch on a horse
Whipping it to go faster and faster
The howling wind turns the array of litter
Into a tumbleweed of destruction
A torrid frenzy of colourful umbrella's
Toss into the air like pancakes
Waiting some construction
The ferry teases me
As it slowly comes to shore
Can't it clearly see I have nowhere to shelter?
People run to the ferry
To steer clear from the rain
The cars sit there like orphans from the storm
Dreaming of hot tea and a warm fire
The elements have won again........
© 2011 Aliyeopoems
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