Home, Like Eye Strain

My home city happened so imperceptibly like eye strain; starting with those clouds promising or threatening rain, came the dusty dirt roads lined by blazing bougainvillea and, chasing its shadow, my corolla grumbled like a gorilla. The quaint cottages dotting and jolting up the countryside ushered in the subdivisions, giant checkerboards miles wide; these gave way to homesick parks and street-smart streets, and here it is, my home city, its prodigal son it warmly greets !