Here’s a poem I wrote last week when I drove home in the rain. It made me think about the semester I spent studying abroad in Wales, a land that will always hold a special place in my heart. Rainy weather makes me nostalgic and “homesick” for Cymru.
Despite my waterproof jacket,
Feeling like I’ve been through the wash,
Soaked to the bone
After the chilly walk home.
The rain here
Seems to fly up from the sidewalk
Instead of falling from the clouds.
Denim doused in fresh rainwater,
Slick, wet socks clinging to frozen toes
Fused into waterlogged hiking boots.
Time for a cup of tea
With a bit of milk and honey
After changing into
Time to order in
Chips soaked in malt vinegar,
And wash it down with
A chilled can of Strongbow.