Hold on
a rain slick road
puddles rippling outward
as the last droplets
find their end
reflecting a traffic light
flashing red, red, red
for an empty street
the sun breaks through
clouds and the evening
gold rays
illuminates the hilltops
as the saying goes
that I keep close
it can’t rain all the time
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Exactly, Patrick. Good advice, good poem.