Spring Rain (by Peter Elliott)

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This poem is copyright

Maths
Chalk and pens scratch in concert
On paper and board.

Bored attention
Writing of Complex numbers
Which don't really exist
But do exist.

Then at last a dawning realisation
That it's all over.

Release, stagger groping outside
Into the lightly dancing rain.

Wind stings my cheeks with smiling spray.
Electrified freshness   drowsiness gone
I'm skating down pathways   the wind leads me on

A spiralling current
Whirls my mind on the breeze
Joining the clouds    drifting by at their ease

Water prances and dances   down the drains
Along tumbling gutters   silvery lanes.

Tree patterns glow painted,  mysterious,  bright.
Emeralds glint in the leaf-darkened night.

Tree trunks bear a deeper and meaningful shade.

While concentric rainbows   on oily wet tar
Paint a beautiful message   like the morning star:

"Watch out - Or you'll get run over!"