Side streets go down to hourly weather over the power grid; 
Razed, rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.  
This extends through night rain. I reason rain’s surrogacy is a more serious and newer down.  

More anguish driving over to a panel on reasoning and not writing anything down, a stomach turning experience  
 
in its emptied refraction through a taillight for syntactical beings (in a sentence) on a muddy drive.