The rain came hesitant like an unsure youth
A gush that settled into a shy drizzle
Shallow dark pools mothered little sidewalk rivers
Wet cigarettes sailed the choppy waters to the underworld
For those who were unloved and wasted
A stray dog left in the rain sat upright
Drenched, eyes closed, nose in the air
Inhaling the petrichor deep in his soul
Did the moist wind carry his dead owner’s smell
Who drowned in a flooded manhole last monsoon?
Featured Artwork: LEFT IN THE RAIN by Gayle Berry
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 