The rain came down like a broken shower in an unrelenting deluge. The world turned to one of rippling glass. I laughed for the whole world to hear.
The stoplights reflected like strawberries in a grocer’s window. I stomped and stamped until they were flat.
The red made way for an amber uncertainty that flashed a false dawn across the tarmac. The sudden gold dazzled, and I was glad of my sunglasses.
When an emerald green brilliance shooed the amber away to remind me of the land my ancestors had come from so long ago, I sang.
“Are you alright?” asked the woman in the raincoat. Her husband attempted to drag her away, but she seemed as determined as me.
“Couldn’t be better.”
She frowned at my sodden shirt, the shorts plastered to my thighs. When her eyes dropped lower still, she shook her head.
“Leave him to it,” growled her husband.
I kicked at a wet dream and smiled my richest smile.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
I owed her something. So, I leaned in close like the lover she wished for, and I told her.
Now, when it rains, there’s two of us out splashing in our sandals. But only we know why.
Thank you for reading
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.