Rain on London concrete
Wet dust in the air
Wet, damp, stifling
there is nothing to compare
Looking through the window
watching raindrops fall
dark patterns written on a surface
of a wet and soaked wall
I take a train to somewhere
the windows beading drops
the journey continues heedless
rain is no reason for stops
Wear a headscarf and a raincoat
were the orders I receive
I hated rainy days
raindrops collecting in my sleeve
Rain on London concrete
Wet dust in the air
Wet, damp, stifling
there is nothing to compare
Wow. This is so nice! 🙂
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There is a smell about London when it rains. Growing up in the concrete jungle, brick dust mixed with rain was a special smell.
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I imagine. Here it’s rain on dusty asphalt and country roads. 🙂
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I bet it’s just like New York in the rain. Urine, asphalt, and a hint of dead rat.
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London and the UK always had much more burning coal smell to me–
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It used to, but that was more than 50 years ago. When I left England burning coal was already forbidden under the clean air Act.
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Huh, we had plenty of it up in Geordieland at the beginning of the 90s–
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I thought Maggie Thatcher made efforts to close the mines. Although what we called “up North” was always a center for coal. I lost touch a little after leaving England in 1966
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Love it! Memories of home!
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I think it is the wet brick dust smell that reminds me of London most of all, and the ozone smell in the London underground.
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They say that sense of smell is a strong trigger of memory/ nostalgia.
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Thank you. I enjoyed this so much. I had a musical reaction to your poem – Rainy Night in Georgia (Randy Crawford version).
I shake the rain from my sweater
Take out your letters to pass some time
…
I feel it is raining all over the world.
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Thanks. The rainy days in London bring back good memories for me, a little nostalgic
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