meet me by the sea [#wattys2019]

rain

I hear that tapping on the window in the early morning

small hands knocking to wake me up

the calming rhythm of water

with a grey tint.

I see the wet concrete and army of umbrellas

and poor souls with no cover

running to the nearest shop for shelter.

Street lights yellow glow

and cars go past

sliding across the water.

Cold water numbing my hands

as I clutch my umbrella

because I can't get my bag wet.

The smell of rain everywhere

overpowering the scents of rubbish or fresh chips.

Rooms are always dark

so the living room is now a cave.

The laptop screen glows extra bright

and those small hands are still trying to get my attention.