High Rise Rain

Memories of hot, dry, interminable summer days linger in my mind. Days when walking down the street, breathing the stifling blast furnace air of early afternoon was so uncomfortable as to wilt the spirit. Add to that the heat load of vehicles and air conditioners, the aerodynamic obstruction of high rise buildings and it adds up to the conditions that spawn murder/suicides.

Picture pipes pinned to parapets, poised to pepper pedestrians and pavements with wondrous water. See streetscapes sprayed silently with a fine, fabulous fog of cooling mist spreading spectral visions into the arid air. Imagine every glittering globule of the glistening golden glissade, softly soaking sunbaked streets in slow motion. Feel the rain, lasciviously laving languid limbs, banishing the brutal breath of a stifling summer sojourn... spirits soar.