Water fell like lead weights
Rivers had street maps
Drains spouted like gargoyle’d fountains
I saw the sky as a giant gutter draining from above
Sudden silence
Freshness
A world washed, bathed, rinsed
Feb 252014
Sep 122013
It is a drizzle in a wet fizzle
Thick enough to make a soup blush
It’s a skin moisturizer
And enough to make any powder turn into mix
It’s not enough to wash
Just enough to moisten
Could ruin postage stamps except those no longer lickable
It’s the biggest drizzle since records began
Hold out your hand and try to fill a cup with water, you can
It’s getting wet so slowly there is sure to be a ban