A slow rain falls on the surface of the giant placid puddle. The puddle is glazed lightly with swirls of motor oil. The pollution renders the water pearlescent and beautiful. The heavy drops rhythmically disturb the surface like war and revolt disturbing the schema of history.
I echo Judy's comment...though I often wonder if anything is truly insignificant.So much beauty has been uncovered by artists, poets and their ilk by inspiration from such seemingly trivial subject matter. Silver
The rain was slow, but fell in very big drops. This came to me at the gas station. Across the street, there is a parking lot that gets this massive puddle every time it rains; I recorded exactly how it physically looked.