The Water Sprinkled Street Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Water Sprinkled Street

Reflection of red, then yellow.
These colors swirled lights
Could be seen from my car window.
It sprinkled from Heaven above.

It sprinkled so fine
That the streets were all scrubbed
With different colored lights
That meant different things.

I know these reflections
From many and many times.
It rained here so often.

I loved the rain
And the street water below
For it showed me the way to my life.
I stopped in my life, when the reflection was red.

I decided to do so much
When the rain sprinkles reflected green.
I had to make some decision when the water shown orange.
When red was water reflected, I had to pause in my life.

The rain sprinkled street told the story of my life.