Rain in Dublin
That day, it wasUnbearably hot.
O'Connell Street
was sweltering,
Heat haze creating
Mirages on the streets.
The steps of Trinity,
The towering columns
Of the General Post Office
Burned my palms.
A lethargy invaded
As Dubliners retreated
Indoors, to escape.
The empty streets
Were left to bake.
Suddenly, without warning,
The sky darkened:
A hot breeze
Stirred the drying leaves.
And then, came the rain:
Huge, heavy drops,
Stinging,
Soaking,
Creating rivers.
Instantly, the streets
Were alive again.
People were drinking in
The storm-drops,
And dancing!
Every stranger
Was a friend,
Leaping and twirling,
Holding hands,
Rejuvenated,
Rejoicing.
As suddenly
As it started,
It stopped.
Mopping brows,
wringing out skirts,
The dancers vanished.
The streets,
The steps,
The columns,
were steaming,
Silently,
Distilled
And pure.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2018-04-20 at 16:59
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