Spoiled parade

Today, the Grand Gion Gathering, got soaked aplenty. Horrendous downpours interspersed with fine mists between drizzles. Altogether, not much fun. Not much poetry, either. Nevertheless, a damp attempt:

wooden wheels grinding bamboo sliders
into splinters, grieving Gion

damp Gion's smells and sounds:
grunting men pelted by cats-and-dogs