the day breaks cold. grey light
creeps over the mountains and
dilutes itself in the water of
the sound. tall buildings
downtown are lost in
a pressing fog, and windows
are slowly lit with a light absorbed.
softly dispersed in the clouds
high above the streets, puddles
of light drip down with
the rain. it falls lightly, gathers
slowly in the small spaces of
the road, pushes at the edges,
gains inertia, and breaks free
flowing at the side of the curb
suddenly rushing into the drain.