PAD 21

I am the rain
drowning the city
devouring the pedestrians.

PAD 17

Grey skies
streaking rain
and leaves.

Smeared pollen
dissolving new blossoms
and watering the concrete.

...

Shadows creep across our faces; the fading sunset filtered through the screendoor, open windows.  Fat droplets of sweat curve our similar faces, a sweltering heat even in the pattering rain outside.  The house is quiet save the melding murmur of our voices.