rain

When I was a nipper I used to love to watch the rain rip across, along the car window as …

two fellas, one shorter, looks worriedly over shoulder, kept dry under union jack umbrella held by taller mate. Step tip …

My ears are cupped in headphones, hood up, the radio’s drowned in the river of mid-morning cabs, buses, and rain. …

Go gently forward, these doors move for you; don’t rush. Your presence in that air-lock; that two-and-a-half feet of empty …