City Rains


There's one thing I love about The City.

Not the crowds,

Not the lights,

Not sounds,

But the rain.

It starts out


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.



This poem was inspired by a trip to New York. Lets just say I love the city :)

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