Walking In the Rain
be it london, nyc, paris or
your own neck of the woods
paved with the memories of
many before (whilst many will follow after you),
a private jaunt
just when it begins to come down
(not cats & dogs yet
but that spit rain that reminds you that the storm just might be
coming),
can allow the mind to wander &
as the pavement starts to take a pounding,
you can finally appreciate the surroundings---
the crowds scurrying, the puddles forming &
the umbrellas painting a nylon sheath o’er our heads---
the graying of the cityscape makes for
emotional evenings that illuminate feelings that might have been
hidden in the shadows of the sun,
as the exodus from the parks & the streets
sends people flocking to the restaurants, the cafés & the movie theatres,
so that together
they can bask in the glory of
what those festering in sunny california or heatstroke prone miami
may never encounter quite the same.
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