Sparkling diamonds on the windshield
Smearing the streetlights into rougish stars
People walk fast under black umbrellas
Feeling the rain on their bare ankles
Slumbering leaves drenched and strewn across my path
Puddles form mirrors for the angels to see their reflections
Smells like vanilla from the windows
A few more drops and the world will fall asleep
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