in the pouring rain the city stops to listen until it passes
without a worry the purring cat is content asleep on my lap
time bends in small ways as if we each have our own event horizon
in the calm surface we see our world reflected and not the surface
each storm is unique but for one small exception they all blow over
it was a loud crash the tree fell in the forest but nobody heard
we tend to forget all of the wind and the rain as the storm clouds pass
the raindrops that fall on the flowers’ petals are the ones we admire
imagine a bird trying to carry its shell the rest of its life
as the flowers fade the industrial buildings pay no attention
uptown jack 