Setting sun after a winter rainstorm day by Royce Quad

Cloudy whisps of pink, grey and white too dark for day, too mellow for night. Blocking out sun, filtering in light at this hour, we scurry with fright... Back into the suburb, the shtetl, the barrio... Driving at 50, ears blasting radio Or grating against concrete, gunning to fight... push and shove human pillars...pedestrian lights The day is over. What's done is done. Atoms fall proportionate to mass. And clouds and people...drift.