Rain

City rain Has a sound of its own Not loud, not soft Yet you Can sense it Even when the windows are closed A quick pitter patter Bouncing from the sidewalks Into The streets. When it rains A lethargic grayness Hovers overhead People rush for cover Anxious not to get wet A thousand accents Pierce the skies Umbrellas! One dollar! One dollar! Umbrellas! At night The City Crawls to a standstill Empty reflections At every traffic light. The young walk in the rain Fist clenched In deep pockets The brave accept What falls from heaven And the old Patiently watch The rain Wash away The sins of the City.