Rain

Rain streaks on a window in front of me
Sliding across, driven by northerly wind
Whipping and bashing tree branches and shrubs
It's not kind of weather to be out for us

A long chain of wet cars, trucks and bikes
Creeping so slowly towards cross-road lights
Splashing rain water on black oily pavements,
Pushing dirt puddles into the gurgling drainage

Lead-coloured clouds spew drops of cold rain
That fly like the bullets taking their aim
At people below who with flimsy umbrellas
Dodging them, running away from this menace

And diving straight into a belly of white city bus
Welcomed by rain-sodden coats and comforting warmth
Bus wipers brush rain drops away from the screen
People packed in like a can of sardines

All of the sudden something has changed
A ray of sunshine transforms droplets to gems
Cutting through clouds to drive out the rain
I look at the sky - it's a rainbow again!