Rainy Day Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rainy day

The height of our sky
Had shrunk, it came down.

Wind blew strong as a gust
Stole and broke the umbrellas.

On pavements, curling and straight
Brown lines, many shades of dark, light
Sunken, like immigrants to Europe
The war torn, hungry and Homeless
(Syrians, Africans; mostly dead…)
But here, everywhere, silent worms.

Murphy was too busy; and robin
(Lined and prayed, as Muslims)

Had no time; dashed, hurried
(Catching worms; after rain)

The seagulls, grey-white, silver lines
Were noisy, sang own songs of cloud.