Sculptures in the Rain

There was no lightening or thunder-

Just a dreary blanket of rain that night.

There was no wind blowing at all,

And trees stood at the attention of buildings

Mortared beside them,

But there was traffic,

Splashing pails of rain on pedestrians,

Breathless as they stood

Like sculptures in the rain.

From the distance,

I could see the street lights gazing

Vividly atop the frigid steel poles,

Giving way to none of the suggestions

Prompted by the awesome winter chills.

Even puddles had merged,

Seemingly going nowhere-

Like sculptures in the rain.

I waited in wonder, hoping and praying

With the others,

Hand in hand, our hearts in despair-

Under a bridge we called home.

"Now God," I prayed,

"If you're really up there,

And you really hear me,

Please Make amends

For the sculptures in the rain."