Ode to Rain

A cityscape.

A long, straight road.

Seems endless.

Identical.

Evenly spaced pools of light

Silence.

Empty.

Rain falls on nothing. Slowly.

Steam haloes around street lights,

Cat eyes glare under a bush.

Distant traffic.

But not here.

Only footsteps and rain. 

Even, measured strides.

Chuck... chuck... chuck... chuck.

Every still, wet corner

Looks the same

But feels different.

Every turn

A major change of direction

Life-altering

But it looks the same.

Endless.

Identical.

Silently stoical,

Unyieldingly unhelpful,

Cubes upon cubes,

Each an unmoving challenge

As if their backs are turned

To the rainy street

Indifferent

To your passing.

Chuck... chuck... chuck... chuck.

Moving on

Yet still the streetlights glare

And leaves whisper in the rain

And the eyes of the cat

Follow where you passed.

And before you arrive, 

You have to ask,

What is my destination?

Everything looks the same. 

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Ohh, nice! This has a very Gotham feel to it. A well paced, well written ode. Love the question at the end...what is my destination? I understand, and remember the cityscape of foreboding concrete and steel boxes.
Your work is always phenomenal!

[DistanceFromTheDawn]

Very visual.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Just a sweet piece of work. I am petting my cat as I write this review.