Rain II

Past the stilted pane I glimpse streets

glazed with slick sheen

a car with the flip-flop of wipers passes

the air–hot humid, gently caressing,

a thick steam

of alien smells and bittersweet gasses–

this pius perfume of a rain gone by

in a world bejeweled by glorious drops

one soft diamond speaks and the others reply

and side-by-side breaking on the ground they plop

cold, wet, heavy bringing on an inadvertent blink

falling to shatter into a million darts of light

reflected off of light-of glass. They sink

into pools to catch again reflections they once contained by right.