The sun is a recluse today
exhausted from yesterday’s mirth,
dawn abandoned.
Grey blankets a rain-skewed world
as headlights appear
and disappear
through green wet treetops.
Windows shut tight
shades raised, not flapping
coffee brews and I wait,
staring through drips.
Time-deprived street-lights
shine their night-time faces,
as umbrellas bob through a labyrinth
of puddles on cement.
Tired eyes close, barely awake
I sense the city on a rainy morn.
Coffee gurgles, cars slosh through streets
and a wet flag clangs metal grommets
on its cold steel pole.
lillian the home poet 
🙂 Beautiful entry! 🙂
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Many thanks!
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I can feel the rain! Great post 🙂
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So nice to see that exclamation point this morning :). Like adding an extra stir to my cup of coffee this morning – more positive push for the day! Thank you much!
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🙂
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