Some towns all look the same in the rain,
the travel, the battle, the end result.
Grey buildings blend seamlessly to the grey sky,
blurred and merged with the cascading droplets.
Somewhere that took so long to reach
Is abandoned for quick shelter.
Some times identikit.
No matter how far apart.
This weather absorbs you
Just as the rain permeates your skin
Just as it coats the buildings in drab mundanity.
Some times all towns look the same
And change you to feel it too.
P. Davidson 25/03/10