The rain hits the pavement in a steady rhythm as thunder rumbles lowly in the distance. Droplets collect on window panes and the constant roar of the suburbia dies to a dull and contented hum.
Headlights look like paintings.
Water pools in the streets and runs down hill past the sidewalk-- little rivers running nowhere.
They move like tidal waves.
No one remembers where it was that they went.
It rained yesterday too,
No one complains.
Everyone watches the rain trickle down the windows and cascade from the roofs.
They fall asleep to the rhythm of rainfall.
Lila MacKinnon
