On A Rainy Evening in The City

Your ear has to be tuned to hear the City's rhythms buried below the noise and be able to discern a melody woven through the dissonant chatter as in the rumble and splash of motorcar tyres moving along streets slicked with watery reflections and in the jarring grind of tram wheels, screeching brakes and warning bells and in the cadence of human voices as heard in quiet conversations and loud yells - to feel a sense of elation when all the scattered notes of a City come together and you hear its surprising song.