Rain

[vaneramos]

A robin sings in the maple across street beside the Polish deli, his voice lusty and sonorous in the rain. Everything swells with moisture. All over the city, new gardens are bursting out of spaces between sidewalk and curb. This trend I advocate. I like that people are getting sick of lawn.

Every time I go down to the car, it is littered with round, flat seeds from the Chinese elm, like little green cushions. The wipers smear them away.