Friend in Foul Weather
Rain sluices down mercilessly, This once arid kingdom of dust, Where concrete burnt like glowing charcoal, Resembles now an island in the midst of floods. The sewers gurgle painfully, With the sudden swell of waste, As mini-whirlpools in the pot-holed streets, Wash the sludge of the roads away. The trees around now wear a varnish…