Rainy Day Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Rainy Day



It was eight in the morning when I heard

a car door slam and a car drive off.

It rained all day and it soothed my nerves

to hear water trickle down old roof tiles;

stuck indoors, I didn't have an umbrella.



Five o'clock, afternoon, the car returned

and the same door slammed shut,

the rain continued, the water trickling

was a Geneva Convention offence; utterly

bored now and still without an umbrella.