Late December rain 

Cool against my skin

It's a poor substitute for snow

But a whimsical winter portrait

Against the the streetlights when it's all falling down

And it's all falling down

Around me

I jump puddles and take in this city

That almost swallows me entirely

But it feels so good to be touched like this

To feel connected to this city's beating heart

So good to be part of something 

There is life again and beauty in an evening 

That sparkles with late December rain