Sunshower
Scott Sherman - 9.9.2002

Shrouded figures roam the city streets:
Bustling masses of gray coats and dull colored valises,
Gray sky, gray buildings;
No shimmer left in once gleaming windows,
No sun from the darkened sky.

Suddenly, a beam of light
And the sensation of hundreds of tiny icicles
Upon the shoulders of shocked businesspeople.
Hundreds of brightly colored umbrellas blossom:
Bursts of color on the otherwise dull landscape.

One young woman looks up to the sky,
Past the immense office buildings,
Past the clouds:
Feels the cool drops on her face,
Laughs!

She drops her briefcase and coat at the feet of her astonished companions
And happily splashes in the puddles.
The sun grows brighter through the cold raindrops:
A woman who earlier lived strictly for the office
Enjoys her very first sunshower.

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Information About This Piece:
  This poem was written in my Sociology 240 class, which I have since finished. The demographics of the class were somewhat skewed toward middle age because of the large number of post-graduate students who were taking it for fun. Since large portions of the curriculum cover occurences taking place in their childhoods, the discussions were almost always incredibly inspiring. Even though this poem has very little to do with evolution, revolution, or social change (in the respects of the class, at least), I still felt inspired by the nature of the discussion that day. I'm sure that the sunshower I had walked through that morning didn't hurt the creative process, either.
                  -12.23.2002

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