Walking into the rainy air with a little bit of smoke

Mothers in ballet clothes gather the children

Pathways flooded

Blocking the road under the bride.

Mud on your backside

Hands cold form the ride down the hill.

Another Saturday that feels like Wednesday

Lost in the flow of time.

Everything comes together

As people dance in circles in the hall.

The jazzy waltz makes you want to tap your feet

And the cigarette ash still fills the house with its aroma.

Life carries on in the rain…