Rain in Dublin

That day, it was
Unbearably hot.
O’Connell Street
was sweltering,
Heat haze creating
Mirages on the streets.

The steps of Trinity,
The towering columns
Of the General Post Office
Burned my palms.

A lethargy invaded
As Dubliners retreated
Indoors, to escape.
The empty streets
Were left to bake.

Suddenly, without warning,
The sky darkened:
A hot breeze
Stirred the drying leaves.

And then, came the rain:
Huge, heavy drops,
Creating rivers.

Instantly, the streets
Were alive again.
People were drinking in
The storm-drops,
And dancing!

Every stranger
Was a friend,
Leaping and twirling,
Holding hands,

As suddenly
As it started,
It stopped.
Mopping brows,
wringing out skirts,
The dancers vanished.

The streets,
The steps,
The columns,
were steaming,
And pure.

Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-20 at 16:59

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed this... procured a sort of free moment for me. Merci :)

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so wonderful Marie. It reminds me of when I was in south east asia where it was so hot, but when it rained the kids would dance in it and play happily. Thanks for making that memory return :)

John holliday
Beautifully written the words flow just like the rivers of Old Ireland........

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the pacing of this poem, the rate at which you reveal the event, the careful measured diction, the precision. Brava!

yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
i like this poem, it seems you captured the mood very well. it gives the envy to go there

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this poem, not only because it reminded me of my youth in Seattle, where the inhabitants also loathe hot, dry weather.