precipitation

dribble drip drop
tiny beads of glistening wet
fall faster and faster and faster.
tiny droplets of light and colour
closer and closer and closer.

change.

street lights distort
the corners
of doorways and windows.
each piece of rain seems to glow.
golden globules of clouds
hurtle towards the street and
miss
and land on a shoe.

change.

no umberella.
water seeps into his hair
drip, drip, drips onto his collar
and trickles
slowly
down his back.
the streetlamp’s obscure his vision,
the rain blurs everything, like a smudged out painting.
he waits.

~r.j.m.