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The city park glistens

Its puddles reflect the lampposts’ amber light

The rain pours off the roof

Pounding the patio tiles

And soaking my running shoes under the false shelter of the portico

Lightning cuts across the horizon in violent zigzags

Thunder causes the wine glasses to vibrate in their cabinet nests

Just as I think it abates and finally ceases

The roar and boom and the  furious deluge resumes twice more

and the darkness remains

Day 6. An early start to writing and a later start to running as newspapers-stuffed inside my shoes- dry my well-worn Sauconys.