A Different View

And it is raining.
Very hard.
I live on the third floor in a downtown building. I see rooftops from
where I live in the back of my building. The rain smacks down and runs
for the edges to the ground. Rooftops have seasons too.
In winter a chimney's smoke rises directly up and in straight line in
frigid cold. Just cold and the smoke meanders up unhurried.
This is a new view for me, here in the back.
I lived in the front with a view of Main Street, the roof tops not so
close but still a view of the chimneys across town working against Maine
cold.
Today the rains pours and two dogs need walking.