Torrents of rain,Saturated and flooding,
Many days of misery for many,
Sailing from homes.
Today awakes,
The world, my world,
Powder blue, almost October sky,
Dabs of white painted here.
On the hill, over the city,
Light of morning,
Cast shapes of gold and lemon,
Over sturdy skyscrapers.
Mist low in altitude,
Creates a pattern, a mosaic,
Exhaled air,
Against the vertical.
Thank you to Tim's pictures for the image.
