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.