The effect of the rain storm was dazzling and people paused,
a bit uncomfortable or not knowing what to think or feel, and gazed out upon
the splash of colors it had made. Because of the lights and other factors
surely, the elements storm had conspired to create a drama-like stage. Red
backdrops, pink rooftops, purple water, white flecks in windows, rolling clouds
that let out black ink and strong grey shapes. All through it the rain
continued pounding the pavement, splashing across sills, and marrying the hills
for miles around. It seemed as if signs might crumble or at least the ink from
them would run. Then the higher and more distant skies let out thunder and
later on, lightning but the type that lit up everything momentarily and not
just any streak. We watched the cars go past, practically hydroplaning on the
boulevards, slowly, cravenly they went for one wrong move and they could float
off somewhere like a vessel. And their lights…marvelous moving artifacts,
guided by steel, looking ahead like the mechanical electrical pupil-less eyes
there were. Looking ahead through the rain and dizzy dazzle environment.
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