the shower

the rain surprises you.
surprises
everyone as they
dash for cover,
how quickly
it comes.
how fast the clouds
move in
to cross over
a late fall sun.
it's neither cold
or warm, just a shower,
enough to wet
everything.
enough to throw
mirrored puddles
upon the street
where you walk and
look down
at your own reflection,
your legs, your hands
your arms, your
shoed feet.