Awning drips rain
that has not yet greeted the ground.
Water slithers toward drains.
It’s voice echoes,
an alleyway appears.
Rain comes like horse hooves clomping.
Small slivers of the ground
not yet wet.
Helpless little leaves,
ripped away from their branches.
And fall into puddles to drown.
The world is blurred by rain.
Dark and cold
but I’m filled with light.