Rain:
the smells and sounds of another plane.
Pitter patter;
raindrops splatter
upon the windshield of my car.
The gleam of city lights
amidst restful dreams and asphalt streets
reflects through spheres of falling water
as curbs shift surges down canals.
This sound: waterfalls.
Is there even a question whether these showers
are tears from angels residing in heaven?
No;
only, are these tears somber
or of laughter?