hangs like clear fat pimples
from the roof of these old bails;
hushing, pattering background
gathers inside,
coalesces shivering,
chorus of bloops and blinks
testify.
mists across my windscreen;
squeaky useless wipers
move rain around
and hissing fans
fight persistent films,
dull slow swish and white noise
of traffic in rain.
steams across
this wet shower wall
in a vapour haze;
skin pink, clean,
warm arm slides
cold clear paths
on foggy glass.
drips down the flip up lid
of this hot jug;
burns my hand.
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