as rain falls in sheets
and puddles form at feet
of walking strangers.
there's no pattern to it,
just a chaos theory of water
and chaos on the roads
of passing drivers.
it's days like today that the eyes want to stay shut.
to crawl back into bed with two warm bodies and put arms around them,
snuggling, cuddling, scratching, licking, and sleeping.
instead i see the thick, dense falling of rain
and wonder if it causes much pain
to the homeless man who lives near Bermuda Lane
all by himself.
we're all just falling drops of water,
together with millions and billions of other drops,
headed to the ground below, where we puddle together,
wishing we could cuddle together,
and run-off the streets before we ever truly meet one another.
