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.
Copyright © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2009
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