Misty Rain Halos

misty rain halos
the traffic lights that
serves as my guide.

the black veins of tree
limbs lace the mauve and
periwinkle light that
bounces from
the clouded city sky.

my face tingles as I
stare up into the rain
and I'm surprised.

all I can think
is how much more this
could mean, if only
you were here.

by John Kipling Lewis

Comments (2)

This one is very good.
7. Everything works until the last stanza, which is abstract, cliched, and a big clunker. The rest is good. Descriptive, sensory, and concrete.