Walking Home from School

Above umbrella haloed brains dressed in teenage clothes,

I spot a hill of green dotted with bright colored houses, and trees.

The hill wears a cloak of grey clouds

That birds dance upon.

The sloshing of cars rushing through puddles fills the air,

And the cursing of students that I pass by

Slips into each moment of silence with ease.

It is another rainy day in San Francisco;

The city of fog.