wandering the dark,
from room to room,
searching the patter,
the balcony,
breezy,
overlooking the clouds,
cool ocean breezes billow in the pale pacific moonlight.
stairs glide,
the clock ticks silently in the night,
pounding out a rhythm,
from another era.
finally,
the courtyard,
columns tall,
solid and strong,
drops fall gently,
jump gleefully,
they tiptoe playfully,
and then they pour.
hard and crisp,
they bounce and splatter,
as if to say,
we come and go as we please.
cleansing,
the plants and grass rejoice,
drunk in the pleasure,
of this rare heavenly tempest.
coastal showers,
tempting,
teasing,
dancing under the stairs,
so fleeting,
rain.
11.10.2000
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