[This poem was published many, many years ago in Writer magazine and used as an example in their Poet's Workshop. It appears in "The Poet's Workshop" by Florence Trefethen.]
The rain flings itself Against the chrome Splatters and withdraws To its prickly realm Like the timid entrepreneur; Who must slam stopped Before the crowd Whose audience rumbles on Without notice Who quickly gathers himself And evaporates.
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