Space Between The Rain 1
A soft whisper in the air
The whiff of an imminent storm thickens
Getting rid of the arid air
Footsteps quicken
Pillows of grey clouds garner
Diffusing the sun’s glimmer
The city landscape tainted by
A sepia filter
Then it started
The first splatter
Against my skin
Then another
Developing into an arrhythmic tempo
The drizzle makes its entrance
As it coats everything in sight
With a thin film of water
The rhythm intensifies
Getting faster and louder
Drowning out everything
In a blanket of white noise