Rain boots in puddles, umbrella held high.

Cloudy at night, but the sky has run dry.

Bright neon lights all down every route,

Their colors bending and stretching about.

A dark world turned over, a not-quite-the-same view.

The moments when they lay still to show something new.

A wet night presented in a different perspective.

The angle is changed, but it's staying reflective.

A droplet's first drop doesn't break it at all,

Just sends it to bending right after its fall.

Above the face stays the same, but sees a changed light.

Step through the puddle, onward into night.