Rain waxes the sidewalk to
an earthly shine. Black clouds
spell out a beating. Rivers open their
mouths. Streams pray to grow.
Umbrellas begin to appear, preparing
to spring into action. Women begin
to hurry for cover. Men walk as if
the sun were shinning. Kids splash
the anger out of puddles. Eyes look
down to the regular paths followed.
The bones of shoes catch a separate
motion for each of the travelers.
A little rain won’t hurt you, a lot of it
will kill you.
Roger Singer 