I walked home in the rain tonight. Jessica’s cocktail party was great, with an abundance of couches, drinks and good company, but I was tired, morose, and so headed out early to stalk through the streets of Brooklyn and back to my apartment. A silent rain was falling through the trees, who hunched their thick branches like grouchy crows ruffling out their wings and hunkering down for the night. Each time I passed a street lamp I would gaze up at its corona of light, and watch the rain materialize from the darkness above, and disappear a few feet below. A static cloud of ever falling rain, captured and held in a prism of orange light, held up high amidst the branches and leaves and the dark.