In the morning dark
Intense rain’s forceful pounding
Rattling gutters
I awoke this morning to an intense downpour. More like the Philippines or Florida than Seattle.
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In the morning dark
Intense rain’s forceful pounding
Rattling gutters
I awoke this morning to an intense downpour. More like the Philippines or Florida than Seattle.
Dawn comes earlier
Rain tapping on the sunlight
The Friday morning
Rain falls in this town
The most regular event
And still we can’t drive
We walked into the cafe
An older couple entered
Through my held door
Hand in hand
Talking to friends
Amidst the youth
And their frantic keystrokes
Lost to the now
Rain’s changing
Drippy drizzle
To wind blown torrent
And the light moving
Across the sky
Puddles forming upon
Untended tables
Walking past the stalls
Early morning at Pike Place
Tourists were absent
Bird Song filled the air
After dawn’s light hit the sky
They scattered: airborne