Last Day Wet

... plus a sunny vignette!

Our last day's wet. We heave a sigh,
but drips from cafe awnings
won't force our lunch indoors, despite
the grey clouds' darker warnings.

A ghost ship looms on the horizon,
promising more tourists
from-berth-to-coach-and-back-again:
the true cruise-liner purists.

Our sighs are driven less by rain
than knowing we must leave.
But all good things must end, of course,
and every sigh we heave

is balanced by a thought, a smile,
a memory, old or new:
birds, flowers, butterflies and friends.
Oh, yes, we'll be back soon!

© Celia Warren 2018

Apologies for waxing sentimental! "Grey clouds' darker warnings" is poetic licence for thick clouds' hurling their contents by the bucket-load till rain bounces off the pavements. Raincoats, hoods and umbrellas couldn't keep the lower half of our legs dry as we made our way out for lunch, but the rain did ease off by the time we set off 'home' again.

We've had such a lovely holiday, and my drippy image of the dripping awnings is balanced by a sunny vignette inset of colourful orchids from earlier in our stay. Thanks to everyone who'd popped in to say 'hello' and share a taster of beautiful Madeira. We fly back to Blighty tomorrow and, after overnighting with family, should be home by Tuesday afternoon.