A RAY IN THE RAIN
Sodden morning near Brooklyn’s
Glistening Borough Hall,
People rush to subway
Through a grayish squall.
Dripping, smiling man
Hawks his suitable wares,
Passengers reach for
MTA-card fares.
At his stand the vendor
Sings to passing fellas
Sweetest baritone note,
Sunshine-splashing "Umbrellas!"