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This is based on an evening I spent in Ealing in July 2015.

EALING

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray17 Jul 2015

EALING

The rain came down
that hot summer night
in Ealing. After the tension,
the battle, the struggle,
it fell like healing,
wet, thick kisses of
water on the dry
tarmac. Walking through
the trees, the abbey
aloof on the hill,
past the buildings red
in the streetlight, hair
caught in the soft
massage of the sky,
I fought my way home;
fought, step softening,
lingering, laughing
as the tears of the heavens
became smiles. All was
forgiven; the day bowed
its head, night came on,
awash with velvet fire.