An old forgotten and rusted can of paint thinner
Chimes in time with the rain.
The rain hissing and running down from the gray sky
Twists and shifts with the wind.
Pools fill in the divots and channels left by winter,
Leaves in trees drinking it up.
The tarmac glistens like a skating rink
Worn but warm from the hidden sun.
Birds bathe in makeshift showers and baths
Singing and bringing more music
To the percussion of the intermittent downpour.
Hop on top the soaked forgotten clothes,
The sun is sure to shine again, sending down its rays
Scattering the smattering of water left
After the storm disipates into foggy memory,
Seething and breathing behind the mountains.
