I was walking with my dog one drizzly evening
Following an afternoon of torrential bouts of rain.
The ditches were now, of course, rolling city rivers
And the puddles now sizable lakes to drain.
While strolling I encountered, jutting out from one pole,
Two orange streetlights flickering wildly in the wind.
Amidst the orange flickering, my world suddenly became a scene
From an old, primative movie, some of Edison's passing frames.