That's attitudinising, in those three lines. That's what I do. Help me out of it, you you sentient humanity. I was signed up for a course on earth by two others who left me and left me impossibly slow at Life Skills at admitting unlikeness or grasping the dodgem collision whose shock isn't truth but like the spine says is no deception. A feeling of rain and dark happiness.
Rain slops into dust caught underfoot in short grit runnels.
Faint news from the wharf peppered on skin in fresh patters of rain. The evening lightens. A friend's shout blown inaudibly. See, from the riverside winds buzz new towers of puzzling wealth. Curved to this view the gleam of a moment's social rest.