…and out of the blue, a heavy rain came,
turning the streets into rivers—a harbinger of the coming autumn
already touching the leaves—now dripping with water—of a nearby tree
with the first signs of yellowing; a stream from a broken gutter
rumbles against the windowsill; even the school yard across the street
is filled with patter instead of the typical lunchtime hustle and bustle;
and only the spider residing in the crack of the window frame,
ignorant of it, busily improves its web,
seizing the moment…