Storm

The ceremonial dispensation of the suitcase was impaired
By the ferocity of the rain. Bouncing up and down off the
Pavement, space-hopper style. The downpour refused to abate, trying
To soak the city into submission. It failed. Brollies speared the
Sky, shoes splashed around, and everything proceeded as urgently
As ever. The suitcase alone is still, at rest, on some corner of a foreign shore.