A soft Autumn rain
Then harder
Raindrops bouncing off the sidewalk Of Myrtle Avenue
Shutting my eyes
I listen
To the rain on the street
The sizzle of car tires on the wet
Engines acceleration on a Friday afternoon
Listen harder
To passersby.
“Her bottom is bigger than my umbrella.”
Laughter
I open my eyes.
Smell the damp.
Feel the wet
Drifting on the air
As raindrops splash
On the street.
People
Mexican workers off early
All smiles
It’s cerveza time
A young rapper nods to the beat.
Of his words.
Water dripping from his hoodie.
School children
Hand in hand With a father.
Or a mother
Happy to be going home
Out of the rain
On an autumn afternoon.
I stay outside
Serenaded by the rain.
It’s its own music