Rain, like mist

Rain,
like mist.
Does it pour?
Or, does it spray?

Does it matter?
I walked in rain today.
The ground was wet.
But different kinds of wet.
The asphalt had a shine to it.
The mud, was darker than it would be.

I had put on my cap.
The spatter of rain,
Against my ear,
These were not
Violent sounds.

It was rain,
But mild,
Like mist.

It distorted what I could see.
It made things muddy.
Unclear. I took a picture,
And there was a weird quality to it.
Not drops of water on the mirror.
But a foggy, hazy thing.

It was rain.
But mild,
like mist.