from beginning to end

"blurry
windshields can be wiped
stormy
on a corner in some city in some other life
the rain feels good
the streets are swamped
pedestrians march
strangers run
and the sun awaits
nestled and smiling
waiting for another day
when it will warm them
when it will comfort all they wear on their sleeves
when it will try again
the storm knows
one day it will need to leave"