morning...

the weekend went by on an odd foot. not bad, just a strange gait. i've been told by strangers in line at the grocery store that a big storm is on its' way and should be presenting itself any time now. inches will fall, they said. inches. needed. but you know i hate it. ever since i was a child, i only like the rain when it comes down at night. and when the night lifted, i saw that the day is a grey one. little pin-prick drops of moisture falling in the light off the street lamp. softly, unheard, like pine-needles. the storm makes its' signal. any time now. someone said 'tuesday' but they might've been wrong.

drizzle, drizzle, little cloud.
here you are
and there you go. go ahead
and pour down.