rain falls
he doesn't move.
sheets of water
causes ordinaries
to run for shelter.
he takes in the scene
how it reflects his mood.
dirt and garbage
float down the block
mixing ingredients of filth.
one can never be clean
he laughs.
rushers ignore him.
he knows the risk
a case of melancholy
can cause
but the future doesn't exist.
he sticks to the present
observes the environment
allows thoughts
to play in the puddles.
