Sometimes

It will rain twice.

Certainly once,

From the lazy river

Up there in the sky.

Casually dripping into the mouths of the many,

(Undoubtedly impatient)

Earthly contestants.

And then a second time.

When the  residual rain,

Descended directly from the

Original,

Drips from 

Recently synthesized leaves,

And candy – striped

Parlor awnings

Onto weathered sidewalks.

And sometimes,

Fleeting streaks of reflected light,

Resemble ensembles of

Stray animals.

Dashing across the road

(Like swift ghosts)