the plants cannot tell . if the water is rain, or . a simulation
in the pouring rain the city stops to listen until it passes
a cold springtime rain is a good reminder why we take sunday naps
cold grey clouds migrate as i pour another cup of hot black coffee
waking to the sound of rain on the window feels like not waking at all
everything seems just a little bit closer in the late night rain
the street is washed clean and the next day will forget the rain was purple
the early spring rain stirs up the earth and makes the outside smell like worms
this late in the year a cold fall rain makes us think: at least it’s not snow
there are mornings with a soft, gentle rain when i could walk forever
uptown jack 