A Welsh washing line writes…

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Here he comes again
bounding out the back door, bless him, all speeded up:
Buster Keaton at the double.

Shoulders hunched he grabs at pegs
mouthing curses in the downpour
flinging soggy towels and T-shirts into a plastic basket.

Too late, you see - once again. 
Five minutes since the drizzle came then switched to proper rain
while he pottered unaware indoors.

Now he scuttles for the kitchen
freshly drenched, the laundry heavy in his hands
bangs shut the door and as he does the rain begins to soften.

Then all along my quivering length the droplets
gleam, the damp grey blanket of the sky begins to thin and part
...and sunshine comes again.