The City and the Rain
The day and the sparkling sun,
faded into twilight.
When the dark clouds came,
the windows of the skyscrapers,
looked like blank eyes -
Perhaps a thousand eyes,
peering up into the sky,
but below no one knows.
As the curtain of darkness fell,
myriads of sparkling lights -
twinkled on one by one.
Looking up through the neon brightness,
I longed to see the stars above,
but the wind blew the clouds all about
and then the rain began to fall.
In just a few short moments,
the brief rain ended
and the city began to sparkle.
The streets shimmered in myriads of colors,
reflected by the neon signs all about
and it seemed as though I was walking -
upon an artist’s canvas.
Washed by the rain,
streaming water rivulets,
the city streets looked like rainbows -
colorful and stretching onward endlessly.
There is a sense of fantasy to a city,
that the rain brings,
making the nighttime
and the neon lights,
sparkle like jewels,
creating a sense of magic -
in the night.
© 2020 Gypsy Rose Lee