Rain

A shorter poem this time wrote all the way back in 1993
and one of the earliest ones in this archive of poetry.

Judging by the tone, i was in a depressed state of mind
possibly by the fact i wasn't seeing Sian who i would have
been seeing back then that weekend.

Andy




I write down what I see
I dream what i can't see
it's raining
it's pouring
the old man is snoozing
God, what a fucking awful day
why doesn't it stop raining?
it has seemed like it has
rained forever

Manchester

Typical Manchester.

Manchester.

Rain, rain and rain.

Rainy thoughts for a rain day

Random thoughts for an random town

ah, home

home, sweet town.

I moan about you

bu you are my hometown.

My hometown.