Morning Rain

It began like drizzled oil
The stomach grumblings of the low nebula
Heralding its pitter patter arrival
While dogs bolted for warm kennels and birds frolicked

Happy for some
Others lurking troll-like under sheltering bridges
People-shapes scattering with plastic over heads
Playing dice with screeching cars

The contrails of red lights leaving smears
On the puddled iron-lung freeway
While cars and trucks and taxis sway
And jiggle in a deathly rain-dance

Clearing away into a dust-free haze of mist
Clean and fresh and good tra-la-la
The heaven-soap rumbles along to water
Farmers lands and parched cattle

One would hope…

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