Holiday' end

            Holidays’ end

            The rain spatters its staccato tune

            To the rhythmic clatter of the windscreen wipers

            And the dull whine of the wet wheels.

            Veiled, unreflected headlights flash by across the road,

            The countryside crouches under a monochrome sky.

            The bales of hay which yesterday soaked up the sun

            Are now drenched by the relentless rain

            As we drive away from Rugby,

            The summer stay over.

Written in the car, 23 August 2011