They walk by brisk
Covered in umbrellas
On high heels with ankles
Of no appeal
They grab the shaft
With both hands
As the wind tries to steal
Their umbrage
With agility
They skip over puddles
As I marvel
At the procession
With destined determination
They thrust on
As spike highheels
Grapple on cobblestone
Rainy day women
In grey coats and wet umbrellas
Under overcast skies
With no hellos or goodbyes