I watched the rain from a doorway

in shadow pools as dark as light blinded

in a monumental longitude. 

 

With freedom and the urgency of gravity

it shed itself

under a constant sky

taking no prisoners

 

cats and dogs indecisive

slinking for cover. 

 

Collars like funnels

a weeping of spectacles

seeping of shoes

all told the story. 

 

Cars with pallid exhausts made avenues,

trees held their breath,

rodents hunched in reluctant skins. 

 

Suddenly then a door clicked

an inward thrust to a haven of hissing coffee

backs of chairs overwhelmed by coats

talk of more rain.