north pour

can i find a light to run
down this laneway
all covered in leaves
damped by the evening rainfall
the distant sound of the lake
being struck millions of times
by the tiny drops
the musk of the waning heat
lessening as it pours down
soaked to my core
the distant echo
of the radio on
i stumble towards it
the sky greyed out
the thicket of trees
clipping my bare skin
blood mixing with rain
running down to my fingers
i walk forward
smoke rises ahead
the crackle of a raging fire
belowing out to me
i pick up speed
to be welcomed
by damp friends
under a shared canopy
collecting warmth
admiring the spectacle
till the night falls
as we part ways
to retire with hope
that tomorrow
the sun will greet us


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