Thomas Hardy, the novelist who in fact introduced me to the love of the English language, has written some lovely short poems.

I have noted some in my diary and keep going back to them.

I am sharing here one titled, “A Thunderstorm in Town” - 

She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.

Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.