I woke to the patter of heavy rain, a dark, damp morning

Overcast, dull and wet, wet, wet. A misly, drisly blowy day

I could hear cars swishing and sloshing in the flooded road

Drearily I joined the crawling queue, car rocking in the wind

Car radio booming out tales of war, violence and loss

Wipers swishing rhythmically, heater blowing cold air

Young people trudging, reflecting the misery, soaked

Shop lights flickering, people running, dodging cars

Then , there on the pavement, on a cold, wet dark morning

There was a woman, clothed in black, with white shiny boots

Flowing blonde hair and a transparent umbrella

As I watched she twirled and skipped and clicked her heels

She danced in the rain, in the heavy downpour she swayed

She cavorted,  she pranced, she jumped, hopped and span

The rain flew off her umbrella as she pirouetted

The puddles splashed and twinkled as she tapped and stamped

I watched, laughter spilling, dreariness forgot

I watched as she walked on, my spirits lifted