B.. Alexander - June

The spirals of water flung high
An arching, soaking mass of rain
Thrown up by the coach
To cover passers-by
On this June day
So the skies opened up again
I was wet through this morning
Now I dry out slowly
On the way to London

Should June not be a joy
Should June not try and scold me
Should June not be a summer
So long and bright and happy

My hair sheds water, like a shaking dog
As I duck to leave the bus
Step out into a puddle
A gust of wind and rain
You take my hand and smile
Say 'you brought the weather with you'
And kiss my soggy lips
So long and bright and happy...

(2008)

B.. Alexander

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/june-13/