The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1925
Wellington Rain
Wellington Rain
Grey ships, grey sea, grey sky—all, all are grey,
Grey with a dreary greyness; the lost sun,
The elements match'd against him, bent on fun,
Retires dishearten'd from the unequal fray;
The ruffian wind assails and holds brief sway.
The watery firmament, no whit outdone.
Folds in his sombre mantle, one by one,
City and hill and sand and storm-toss'd bay.
Then comes the rain down each deserted street—
The drifting, eddying, turmoil-hushing rain—
Falling on roof and pavement murmuring still;
And ever and anon with hurrying feet
Some lone pedestrian comes, and goes again,
Wrapt in his greatcoat, cheerless, damp and chill.
—D.J.D.