Have you ever seen these midnight streets?
Slick with rain, ribbons of oil lacing through a city.
And the clouds hang heavy o'er them,
suspended in their perfect lack of perfection.
And every water droplet lingers,
dancing with the intermingled lights of that shine upon them.
Every window sweetly lit with darkness,
street corners with phantom occupants.
Have you ever seen these streets at night,
looking out a lonely window as you listen to the whisper of the rain?
They're quite unordinary if you squint long enough,
oil-slicks laced with the tears of stars.
