"I'm coming home to my city by the bay..."

Clear, been-raining air on my face and a nearing ocean - finally I am not cold - I can just stick my hands in my pockets and let my legs WALK and not have to think, or think about whatever I want -
One careful foot
in
front
of
the
other,
I walk a straight line
under the edge of the awnings,
imagining those shuddering drops of rainwater
landing on my part
and then how I would send them off the tip
of my nose
with an inexplicable bob of the head...