rain

the city is dark and wet. i can't remember the last time it rained like this. all night, lightning flashed through the closed blinds, pounded the windows. it's coming from each way. even with my big wooden hook handled grandfather's umbrella, it got at me easily. i, in my hundred year old concrete block of a building, pulled the covers up and tried to sleep, never easy in the rain. i wonder how the trailer people did on the roof of the building next store? three stories up and so tiny. the rain could wash them away.