Rainy Cities

In cities bathed by silver rain,
Where neon lights dance with the refrain,
Upon wet streets, reflections gleam,
In dreams of night, a whispered theme.

Each drop a tale, a secret shared,
In quiet corners, mysteries bared,
Rain-soaked alleys, a poet’s muse,
Where whispered words, in silence, fuse.

Through misty veils, the skyline weaves,
A tapestry of dreams it leaves,
In rainy cities, souls take flight,
Beneath the shroud of velvet night.

So let the rain pour down its grace,
Upon the city’s timeless face,
For in its midst, we find our way,
In rainy cities, night or day.

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