Glassneedles

The rain, oh how lovely
A respite from the heat
A vengeful comeback from its much relished hiatus
Buildings stand the same, rooted in the ground with chalky, tardy legs

The rain, lovely as it is
Everything is frozen in
We are a city in a block of ice
I see monoliths standing in the distance, spying
Squared glowing eyes, the sky turns purple

How I hate that blinding combination
Of light and darkness
Blue and purple
None of the exhilarating colours of sunset
No, none of the filtered light you learnt about in school
Perhaps I am to be outdone
Perhaps this is to outdo

But they have been there all along
Just the blinding rain that makes it
clear as day,
They were watching you.