BETWEEN DROPS

The march of umbrellas.  Half stretched domes against turbulent clouds. Faces pitched forward.  The rhythm of drops is the exhaust from heaven.  It’s a temporary wash of mankind, touching coats and hats but not the heart.  There’s a walk of escape to a point up ahead. People blur the canvas of motion, fighting against the … More BETWEEN DROPS

A FULL WASH

The favor of rain washed the city. Wandering masquerades of hats and umbrellas blossom the storm. Vehicle horns curse the air.  Sewer covers are the genius of casual art work.  Steam pipes eject from below the devils exhaust.  Puddles reflect the sky, passing tires shatter the image. Linens smoothly wave themselves dry. A cat warms … More A FULL WASH

CLEANING UP

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 … More CLEANING UP