Writer's Cramp entry
Tonight, hot greasy people
walked hot greasy streets.
I dripped with sweat.
lamp posts glistened, wet with sweat,
sweat brown streaks.
Then, an answer to prayer.
A loud crash and the rains came.
Greasy slime slid down the walls,
ran off streets and sidewalks,
into sewers where it belongs.
Misty rainbows cooled the steam.
Neon reflections created dancing sprites.
I raised my arms, soaking wet
and breathed a thankful sigh of relief.