After the rain has stopped.

I love the air after the rain has stopped,

Integrating with the night, when the last seep has dropped.

Amongst the headlights, the dark seems clear,

Crystal puddles on the ground, differing far and near.

A cold breath presents itself, slowly unravelling before my eyes,

The world is silent, no laughter, and no cries.

Just a moment in time, all has no motion,

I’m in awe and living, no ulterior notion.