Rivers on the Tarmac

There are bikers on the sidewalks
And raindrops on the hedgerows;
The leaves are pouring water
And the tarmac’s draped with rainbows.

The outpour is a torrent and
The torrent’s a deluge;
The night is drowning in the rain
In search of some refuge.

The air is painted by the rain
And traffic lights galore;
There are a thousand lights behind me
And a thousand more before.

The owls are going cuckoo
And the cuckoo’s going away.
He is fed up with the pitter-patter
And this unwelcome soiree.

The roads are rivers, my bike’s a boat
And I'm headed to the seas.
Perchance I might find some shelter
Or an isle of peace.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Everything moves with the water through your words, my friend. The darkness carries the light, and the sound, the wildness of the storm rises with the waves. Powerfully stirring.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of the flooding in New Orleans several years ago...and much flooding that happened in different states this spring....you wrote it about a specific place, but definitely a universal theme.

the description, the images made me feel like i should have a raincoat on when i read this...

nicely done.

[Abdul Aziz]

Thank you very much Jacob