In Lieu of the Weather

Here's an old something that I wrote a couple of years ago. If you're currently watching the rain, the swaying of the leaves, or the play of light- artificial or otherwise- and the glow throw shapes on the streets... Well, how could you be- you're looking at a screen.
This one's for you.

Rain fell in petulant drops

like a soft flurry of snow;

the leaves of trees,

in textured, patterned, veils

rippled like the waves

amidst the glimmering

dancing light that weaved through

all the while,

the jubilant moon

stood still.