water water water

Now that was a rainstorm ...
A nightstorm.
And outside
with the steam rising from the street
it could be
Tokyo
or
Gotham City
or
Blade Runner
or
The Maltese Falcon
or even .....
The Day of the Triffids.

And what now....
that the last storm of summer,
tho long inbetween,
washed little away
that didn't belong.....
'Cause where's left to go
now the drainpipes are full.
Except down to the sea,
the salty salty sea.