Streetlights reflect brightly
in gutterside puddles
stars peek out from between
moonsilvered clouds
the Moon himself
loiters on high
parked cars gleam wetly
drip softly
as do dying leaves
on each street tree
what is the colour
of a wet street at midnight?
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Marvellous painting of scene and atmosphere – all in your words ….
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