Alright, so this was written whilst I was looking at a surface near me whilst it was raining on Friday. The rain that fell on that surface pooled in an interesting way, and at least from where I was sitting, didn’t appear to overflow. It was falling onto a flat, small surface that was raised from the ground, and I found it interesting how the appearance of light changed on it, and so I wrote.

This isn’t great. It’s not even good. It captures a moment in a scribbled, rushed fashion, and the moment didn’t feel much like a quick one so I feel that what I wrote is at odd with what I saw. Oh well.

I hope you enjoy.

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Restructuring surfaces, creating pools
Forming patterns in sound and detail
Blanketing the roads, blanketing the footpaths
Falling and working with light
Changing the spaces and rippling away
Fomenting rage and carrying calm
Turning calm from a violent fall