It’s raining in America

It’s raining in America,
or at least it’s raining on my town,
water splashing the windshield,
wipers setting a beat for the music on the radio,
headlights from the oncoming cars
falling like Christmas lights onto the city streets,
travelling their passages to love and glory,
passengers ridding waves of time and space.
It’s night time in the city,
And angels walk the clouds above, waiting for the daylight.

Soon.

6 thoughts on “It’s raining in America

  1. Beautifully written, Don. “Soon” at the end is a surprise, and adds anticipation for something just beyond reach and understanding.

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