The rain makes even concrete beautiful: A drop, then two, and then a singing shower Baptizing the pavement with little pools That catch the lights and bounce them all about:
Street lights all golden, rippling up and down And automobile lights slipping across The other lights, interrupted by feet Splashing and slipping all the wet way home
And you, dancing about in the puddles - The rain makes even love more beautiful
(A brief look through the InterGossip does not show that “Rain Makes Even Concrete Beautiful” has been used as the title for a song or poem or other “spot of art” (as Bertie Wooster would say). If it has, please advise me so I can change it.)
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Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.