It never rains

It never rains

A Poem by Jack Baird

The rain pours
And sullenly she rubs 
the pale palms in her gloves   

The tea's hot at home
and her hood's full of water

That's how she knows
the time has come
To make a run for cover

© 2022 Jack Baird


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Added on August 9, 2019
Last Updated on January 29, 2022

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Jack Baird
Jack Baird

Dundee, Tayside , United Kingdom



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