The Washed Streets

I stare at the shimmering roads
Florescent lights from the billboards
Fall on the gushing raindrops
That collect
Merge. Flow.

The streets are washed
Of human filth
Dissolving in rain drops
That pour in black

The billboard light
Reflects the black

The roads suck
Every dark rain that falls
Yet glows in the night
Looking like a glossy page of a sleazy magazine

The black rain
The streaming water catching momentum
The brook that brakes into a thick stream
Meeting and sharing the filth the rain drop journeys

I stare, looking out of the hypocrite ridden coffee shop
Seeing splashing rain pouring black
Watching people rushing to bookstall for cover from filth
Scuttling through slippery marbles of sophisticated book stores

It never seizes to rain filth

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