High Rain

Photo by Todd Diemer on Unsplash

The rain falls from much higher
when in the city.
It starts as a tease
then pours down from a garden hose.

The drops slap my face,
weigh down my jacket.
We run for cover, bars all full,
people chased inside by the weather.

We find a tiny café on the corner,
sink into sofas. The city races from the wet.