there is big rain, small rain,
soft dots and harsh claps,
from the graying clouds,
in the sun,
there is light,
then there are people
running in the rain,
spreading their skin
stretching their fingertips out
towards the ends of the streets,
or beyond the streets,
the train station,
the first car in front,
the next stop,
the city that lies
barely within reach
from this 4-year town.

big rain, small rain,
strong and sunny
sunday rain.
(we made them all.)