Dark clouds tremble,
Tender enough to burst,
To pour their great
deluge,
On the withering concrete
earth.
The 10-foot gate,
The tall tall towerblock,
Rose from the city,
A phoenix from the
flames.
A giant among kings,
Nearby a choir sings,
A very dark contrast,
To its grey landscape.
A loud clash as thunder
roars,
Heralding for rain
to pour,
People walk along
the path,
Soaking to the bone.
As we focus on the
dampest,
She lets out a tired
cry,
The rain then continues,
On its honest path.
Faster and Faster,
The rain falls down,
Landing on visitors,
A wet wet crown.
As the visitor trembles,
Isolation reins,
All down the streets,
And window panes.
On her own,
No help in the world,
Just waiting for her
rest,
For her hair to unfurl.
But when the day is
ended,
The salvo of work
done,
Living to fight another
day,
The downpour carries
on.