Helen's hair
hangs dampened
by the rain
as we wait
underneath
the hawning
of a shop
on the way
home from school
her thick lens
spectacles
are smeary
so I can't
see her eyes
will it stop?
she asks me
I hope so
I reply
don't fancy
standing here
till bedtime
I look up
at the sky
grey and black
rain falling
I'm all wet
she mutters
even my
socks are damp
in my shoes
let's run then
I tell her
so we run
through the rain
splashing through
deep puddles
on pavements
she clutching
my wet hand
semi-blind
in her smeared
spectacles
rushing past
the shop fronts
our passing
reflections
in windows
quite ghostly
as in dreams
thunder claps
above us
from the sky
and Helen
loudly screams.