Rainy Days

My shoes are always soaked on rainy days
braving the running water along the way
hurried steps and bowed heads
umbrellas are poor shields against the pelting rain
crowd scurried under covers of shelter and taxi-stands
wet and dry together they stand
little children in their rain coats and boots
all ready in their protective gear
clinging to their dearest
shielded to a safe haven
shimmering lights and blurred sight
a mirage with end in sight
although now my shoes have dried
they still squeak from the loosen soles
what a plight!