Rain dance by Steve Wright
What a thrill to be out and about in the rain
without socks or shoes or even a mac.
It’s probably unsafe but we can catch our
death of cold together. Look how the drops
dance on puddles like the skin of a drum,
like a pudding left too long in the air.
I went out in a storm when I was six
and lathered my hair with apple and pear.
You should have seen the neighbours stare,
and my mum behind the curtains in creases.
So slap the puddles with your feet,
give the rain something to dance for.
Note:
With the frequent February showers Oxford has been experiencing over the past week, Steve Wright finds joy in english weather through poetry. Also contained is a useful life hack for those struggling to make the time to wash in the lead up to fifth week.
