Rainy World

Street Photographs: Manchester and Salford by Shirley Baker

After a week of heat, the rain has come. I watch it darkening the path outside my house. I hear it sinking into my thirsty lawn.

The roads become rivers and the people rush, faces down, trying to avoid the sharp sting of hard rain.

And I remember myself as a little girl watching the rainy world from my window hoping that my chalk drawings wouldn't be washed away.

Years later I don't mind if the rain comes.