Green grays and sweet swirl
Sitting on the rooftop in the rain
smelling the clean sweep.
I see the people in their windows living something strange, squawking around
squeaking in their own patterns
every little portal into a universe, tellingly different
Light reveals the water drops
exploding on the pavement
Pop! So quiet. Spread out and slide away, stepped on and absorbed
screamed about and danced in honor of.
Sleepy through the trees.