Shadows and Sunflowers

It was raining in the weekly market in Salisbury.
There was a florist. There were sunflowers.
They were wet from the rain -
but they smiled at me ever so brightly,
despite the cold, miserable rain.
I bought a bunch of them.
Gave them to friend while they were still wet -
and wondered if she thought about the very same thing.

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Everything looks so different in the dark.
The shadow of the bench outside was brought to life by an orange lamp.
The wooden door which I see everyday was now shadowed by its protruding corners.
The sound of rain -
it enhanced the sound of the shadows.
I wanted to lie under it all -
like a sunflower under the rain.