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.