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Went Running in the Rain

Went running in the rain

Just light it was

To begin with

Went puffing down the lane

Lungs heaving dry

More take than give

The day’s heat dropped away

And for once I flew

In short-lived but no less blissful forgetfulness

Then, coming stitch-stricken round the final turn

I could smell so many rain-freed scents lifting

As barbeques did burn

And other summer smells rose on the air

The earth reeked of fertility

The grass gave up some living spirit

And I had to walk for the last bit

Having visited Bristol and London while in transit between Guernsey and Taiwan, I've had lots to write about but have had no time to prepare something specific for the blog. I should probably base a post on my experiences in England and Taiwan, which have involved having a ball with old friends, gawping at all kinds of sights and chatting endlessly. For now, I'm posting a poem I wrote about six months ago and performed for the first time in the Cock and Bull last week.