Rainy nights

I like the town on rainy nights.

When everything is wet

When all town has magic lights

And streets of shining jet

When all the rain about the town

Is like a looking glass

And all the lights are upside down

Below me as I pass

As I muse about this, the first thing that strikes me is the obvious, at least to me. Ashton, the poet, has no agenda of values that he’s trying to shove down my throat. He’s not selling anything. He’s managed to convey a picture into my mind. The juxtaposition of that beautiful picture with the reality of which he is writing is also striking. Rainy nights can be quite differently perceived.