Rain arriving
I'ts only a fine mist
but you know
the rain
is not very far away
the signs
are glazed
in a powdery orange
the cars aquaplane
on a damp river
the streets are emptier
than a seagull's gaze
the roofs
are glistening
the wind huffs and blows
in a quiet rage
the moon is a drip
of oil
in cloud cover
the stars like whack-a-moles
the sea enjoys the calm
and the sky's moisture
it plays its percussion
wave
against the harbour wall
the hills above
the estuary
smeared in the foggy night
stand out like bruises
the lighthouse
curls its finger out
among the beacons
tugboats
the wink of plane and satellite
the horizon gone
the ocean black
the rain on time
arriving
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