Rain had left before I discovered his traces
in the form of a reflective covering over cracked pavements
introducing the jealous mood
of the early morn deceiving us to be nightfall
blurring the glass of each window and streetlamp
provoking the sight of drowsy joggers
The obscurity of the mischievous puddles intimidated sneakers.
As they sank into the abyss, sullied laces licked my ankles.
Ahead, inconsistent streets stammer up and down,
while the chirping of crickets synchronize into an orchestra,
wind playfully stirs the droplets from their slumber,
descending and diminishing from above along with loosened branches.
Fewly numbered, fungus decorated the grass kingdom
and still fewer were people who greeted rain ecstatically
yet rain assumes that he is simply entering at the wrong times.