October Rain

It fuckin' rains.
It fuckin' rains some more.
I'm under a shop canopy,
Watching it down pour.

I hope that it will ease,
Instead it hammers harder,
Turns pavement into river.
My feet are cold and wet,
I indulge in a small shiver.

Young women rush in next to me,
Stand talking to each other,
Taking care to show their backs.
No camaraderie of strangers,
To warm this wet October.

I hear rumbling in the distance,
The sky's glowing a pale amber.
I face a long walk home with soaking feet,
Through streets that have poor camber. 

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