City Rains
Location
There's one thing I love about The City.
Not the crowds,
Not the lights,
Not sounds,
But the rain.
It starts out
Soft,
Barely a whisper.
And then it grows
And grows
And grows
Until you can no longer hear
The cars honking
The people shouting
The busy lives rushing by in a blur.
All you can hear
Is the rain.