Rain in France
Yellow light falls as if from heaven
upon tumbling roads,
invisible footprints,
and unknown paths.
Fountain silent, air still,
but always alive.
Rain falling from the
dark expanse;
a series of illuminated, romantic cries.
Smearing the delicate ivy
and picturesque alley.
The cat will come again
when the street is warm
and her paw prints cannot be washed away.