When it rains
I feel closer to you
because the color gray
surrounding me, forms small droplets
by the millions, colors my emotion

Puddles

When rain falls in heavy torrents
Puddles form along the street.
They come in many shapes and sizes
For so many

When it rains in the spring I close my eyes

a symphony as it plays upon my roof

Waves of showers against the window pane

torrential

Showers in Mexico

Cars on the cobblestone streets
emit gas into the humid air,
as the smell of salt lingers
from the nearby

When it rains the old man thinks

He see's slithers of silver,

Littering his garden path.

His elderly brain turns lightening