Rains have come & gone.

Neon red shape-shifts
   across the puddles,
     and sparkles on glistening
     roadways.

People converge
   on those rain slick streets,
     expecting to be fed.

Vendors work crinkling tarps,
   trying to remove them without
     sloshing standing water --
     working with controlled haste.

Fires are lit and dialed in.

Soon plumes of aroma 
   from street food delicacies
     will stretch down the street:

Silently calling & bewitching.