Memoirs Within Facets

Second in a series of rain poems, this time with more landscape supposition.

Photo by Brian Stalter on Unsplash

The neighborhood is a masterpiece in a storm. 
The clam-treasure silver metal shelling of each 
rowhouse is drowning. The rowhouses blink, 
glisten, and beam with each reintroduction
of storm claws. The raindrops that fall from
the power lines shine like they hold comets
from a suspended meteor shower within,
as if Vinc…