Clogged drain and the first big rain makes a big puddle at the corner, a puddle that goes halfway across the skinny street.

The big rain was last night. Now it isn't raining. The puddle is still, and I try to see down into what is doing the clogging. If it's just leaves in the drain grate maybe I can find a stick and make it a little bit better.

I can't see down into the puddle, but while I'm trying I notice the reflection of a tree crown exactly fits the puddle. Branches becoming smaller branches, smaller branches sending off twigs, nature's open ended triangles making a rough circle that filld the smooth reflecting puddle. The grey hope morning sky shines between twigs and branches. Clogged drain and beauty.