Lizards in neat suits,
Play out a little game,
Hushed as in cahoots,
Impressing as if tame,

The night so dimly tucked,
Swallows flooding heat lamps:
The game is 'bruptly up,
They scatter from the camp.

The noisy world around,
Collapses into deadened splashes,
Ripples at the donning buds,
Silicon meeting tides of sound.

Puddles at my feet,
Umbrella down dripping,
Clouds shattered in puddles,
Scattered by the falling splashes,
Like tiny celebrations,
Inch high explosions, vivid,
Heralding the days end.