Rainlight

The nervous sun steals a glance,
maybe more,
beneath the slab sky.

Its glare surprises the landscape
and pins it gilded against the gunmetal storm-cover.

Perhaps the rain will come as well
to make the streets into ghosts,
both faded and vivid,
creeping back into white haze
and, if it feels bold enough,
to make a rainbow for poets to catch hold of.