Under a frowning sky, dark clouds.
Crashes. Bolts of thunder.
Drenched, gleaming
black streets.
We’ll be passing each other by, after
the rain, in the night, as if nothing’s
happened. Harmless. Carefully
treading, unready to get wet.
We won’t be seeing each other.
The lightning would be
too loud to bear.
We’ll be meeting by chance.
Happenstance ongoing. (Before that
puzzling eye, all-seeing, All-knowing)