i've watched the rain go

just be the scent of

hot rain

dashing into cracks on the searing pavement

behind school

,fine

linger, spread, evaporate

go ahead, break into my mind like nostalgia

picks locks, breaks vaults and releases

a crime-wave of thought

,sure,

be the wind whispering through the verdant ivy,

thick and coiled,

rustling in that breeze under an untamed sky

crawling, coating chipped bricks

where we sat and crushed like the children

that we were and

that you know we still are

but you won't admit that

just as the rain doesn't stay, it's fleeting

even though, I guess,

sometimes there's still a sudden summer drizzle,

that magic peppering when still the sun rays radiate

but, we both know that's never been you,

and its never been us

because we're just the

blowing, howling, rolling

coming, dropping, going

while the road stays hot and

the bricks grow old