After the Rain...

After the rain we went out into a night that seemed to be like any other, boring; wandering as the streetlights held back the threatening dark. The streets forced their way past buildings, squeezing them together until they sprouted, rising into the sky only to leer down at us whilst we walk along our precious roads.

I think that, deep within itself, the city hates us, believes that it would, it should, exist without us, freed of expectation or of the need to cater to the needs of little beasts. The water running down the facades around us speak to this, hint at the weeping soul of a concrete monster that feels an aching deep inside its metal frame.

I watch carefully, laughing with my friends but always watching, looking for signs of a city stirring to life. One day it will rise, casting off its creators, and pull itself together into an amorphous whole, its face one moment resembling a shop front, the next a prison. Those that live beyond it will watch and wonder at us, the city’s citizens, before turning back to their work.

But I’ll watch, I’ll escape before that time comes, back into nature to be taken back into an ecosystem we’ve no hold over. I’d much rather be consumed by a loch, not an office block.