Thurnscoe Rain by Ray Hearne

She is standing at the bus stop down the High Street
A broken shopping trolley at her feet
She is calling to her kids but they're not listening
They are dancing round and round in the Thurnscoe rain

She is wondering where the 226 has got to
An empty Coal Board wagon soaks her through
As if all the years of giving without taking
Were culminating in the Thurnscoe rain