Today is gray.
The beads of rain burst against
Panes of windows, cars, roofs,
My outstretched palm, welcoming the chilled drops.
Tires roll differently in the rain,
Passing
With the wet whooshing of waves in the ocean.
When it rains, it is perpetually dusk, scant light filtering through a heavy blanket of clouds.
My drink steams.
I smile.