Do something about the cars

The cars rumble away from here, away from my back door balcony. They rumble at a street far away, but not so far away that I can't see them. They rumble away to their jobs where they will sit in parking lots while their owners recalibrate in office buildings. They rumble away and then another one comes and another one comes. Above is the sunrise. The clouds are plated in gold that flakes off as the water rises from the earth and the stories of the people rise. Inside the cars and office buildings people's days are different from each others. My cats sit on the balcony and it starts to rain. Lightly. Not even so much rain now, just a chilly summer morning.