Sometimes
LOL
Is the saddest thing of all

Percy says it best

I'm going to enrol in my local new creative writing course for next term Beverley....finally

It will be run by http://www.mariapreston.co.uk/

Compelled

ever wider
clouds reflected
intersecting circles,
circles intersecting,
intersecting circles,
circles
ruined by a duck's wake
intersecting
circles intersecting
intercircles secting
the splosh of the rain

It was mesmerising, as the steam coiled off the top of my coffee at Tebay Service Station on the M6. Every time I stop there it is raining.

There's a shallow pond right outside window backed by the Cumbrian Mountains. No wind to ruffle the surface. Just the pitter-patter of the rain skittering across it's surface.

I tried, and mostly failed, to paint that picture in a few words. The incessant speed they were written across the pond and disappeared. Metronomic.

But yes

The reason for putting fingertips to keyboard was the allegory to relationships.

2 drops side by side, an explosive instant in time.
That growing personality
Meeting each other
Growing together
Bumping into each other
but just at the interface of those ripples
Never the whole circle
Ripples that continue to travel out seemingly unaffected by the interaction with the other
To fade away
To be replaced again and again
By 2 more unknowing explosive drops

I was transfixed

It Rains

it rains
it is far from what i guess

the road has become
one empty
platform

people run away
and then it makes me
really happy

it rains
and those who are afraid of the water
are separated from those
who have no fears

of getting wet and of being alone
of filling an empty street and be counted as
an ostrich

it rains
and the room shall be filled with people
of runaways
who want shelter

it rains and people get divided
and people know each other

and people make decisions
and the rain makes the sound

there is sorrow
but no one cares to listen