| Wet The flashes of white Followed by a crash More often a gentle roll Tires splashing like ocean waves Against the curb Playful drops cling and hide Against the edges and awning They wait for the passer-by To leap on a shoulder To lay claim to a scalp Fixed on a patch of sky Above the clouds A rapid blink Sounds become bigger The clack of a lock The hum of a generator Wind wraps the body In a loose grip A welcome sensation Even the taste of rain Is beautiful |