Young men rush to take in the souvenirs: belts, scarves, and blouses,
as passersby pull their coats tighter, don hoods, and dash for cover.
A fat white cat yawns, unconcerned, and curls up on the doorstep.
Winds turn trees, and whip papers and boxes in a circular dance.
Rivers of rain wash walkways, making cobblestones slippery.
Church bells chime the hour, in their enduring, strong, steady, pulse.
Caught out by the sudden storm, tourists find shelter inside the church.
Quiet and calm, as the wind howls outside the heavy wooden door.
An old woman, drawing closer, motions them to take off their hats.
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“Sudden Storm” is wonderful Larry. Were you and Eileen in the group you are describing being caught in the rain storm?