Rain falls in this town
The most regular event
And still we can’t drive
I dig computers
Rain falls in this town
The most regular event
And still we can’t drive
We walked into the cafe
An older couple entered
Through my held door
Hand in hand
Talking to friends
Amidst the youth
And their frantic keystrokes
Lost to the now
Rain’s changing
Drippy drizzle
To wind blown torrent
And the light moving
Across the sky
Puddles forming upon
Untended tables
Walking past the stalls
Early morning at Pike Place
Tourists were absent
Bird Song filled the air
After dawn’s light hit the sky
They scattered: airborne
Clouds are moving in
Yet the sunlight still remains
Outdoors we must go
Sunlight bursting forth
Invigorating my life
Seattle rarity