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Rainy Day Women

 

 

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