Hong Kong in June
Graying skies and blurring streets Strings of lightning flash and beat Puddled streets, rivers cold and brown. Winking lights brave the damp Brooding crowds, umbrella jams Rushing, pushing, slogging to get home. I shake the drops from my hair Turn my back as the rain whips near Clutching bags and books to my chest. Jumping at the thunder cracks Wishing I were already back. The tram tarries; my toes grow wet. City lights may fill with wonder Hong Kong food, the buzz, the plunder But on this day, joy floats away in the flood.