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
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Comments5
Nicely said "s"
Thank you Rajkumar for taking the time to read and leave a comment .
Love the alluring moving picture this creates out of a scene that most would either ignore or quickly forget. Kudos.
Thank you very much Agustus for your time reading and nice comment .
Good write. You see many of these ladies seemingly to to dance in the rain. At least they are not "Singing in the Rain".
Ha ha , I would make a movie if they were ! Thank you for reading Goldfinch 60 .
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