Lovely misty rain today in Firenze.

I was caught without an umbrella

(got pilfered from the drip bucket at lunch)

but the loss became a gift:

today's was a soaking but soft rain,

and the streets were deserted, all mine.

The colors were muted,

edges blurred.

Firenze is a brown city, 

and today everything coordinated

perfectly in the gauzy light,

even the rushing, café au lait waters 

of the Arno.