Rain
on
fall
mornings
anyone can
write this
but I am
and it's mine
stepping
out of metro
I hope it's raining
harder than it is
but it's a fine
drizzle
it's nice so
I'm not so
disappointed
I quite like it
actually
now that I'm
thinking about
it, it fits with
today,
sky is bright
but gray
I pick up
a coffee
barista knows
what I order
it's ready almost
before I walk in
and the cashier is
always looking
at me like she knows
something,
she smiles out corner
of her mouth,
I wink at her,
walk back out into
rain,
it's chilly today,
drops hang on my glasses
but I can see just
fine,
the street is glimmering
blackness,
rain falls and gathers
like mountain
streams in the gutters
it smells like wet clothes
and old cement.
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