The soft rain, invisible to the naked eye
Falling gingerly down from heaven
Genteel in its muted cacophony
Painting the street a somber gray
Filling in the subtle mid-vales
With shallow pools reflecting light
Trailing in their wake
This young couple, heedless
Passing under dull lamps
Posted sentinels announcing fair
Pale umbrella shielding hair
Every two steps to his one
She, constant and straight-legged
Puts her arm through his
In the distance, fog lights snap to attention
Heralding their impending arrival
As the rain fades to gray
And disappears from view
Leaving trace elements of itself behind
For others to follow
Like crumbs.
Sam
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