Walking home through the rain reminds me <br />Of those long past school days <br />The wet tie flying in the wind <br />The mud in those stiff academic shoes <br />Reflections and dreams of insurrection <br /> <br />Walking through the rain reminds me <br />Of trying to keep my wet shoes clean <br />First day at work rain drumming down <br />On my laborious earnest dampened head. <br /> <br />Walking through the rain in a foreign land reminds me <br />How often I longed for home: the slashing familiar rain <br />In alleys lined with laburnum: how even the cold betrayed me <br />The drops fell into eyes and then in rivulets <br />Leaked out treacherously again <br /> <br />Walking through the wet wet rain <br />Walking working wishing wondering <br />Waiting for a kind of fate <br />Waiting for kind fate <br />Fatally kind; rain, when you fell on parched land <br />Only then did my soul, apaised, try to understand. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-home-through-the-rain/
