I remember summer rain
Warm and temporary, no threat to a summer’s day
Sometimes a relief back then
A brief cooling with no need for shelter.
In fact I remember showers
Well enough to appreciate them now
Briefly sparkling in the autumn sun
On Hope Street between the cathedrals.
But these are mostly memories
From long ago and halcyon days
When Chicken Licken was a fairy story
And the sky wasn’t really falling down.