The rooftops shimmer
In the light
And gentle the refrain
Of every singing gutter pipe
And softly stirring drain
The street lamps flicker
With the night
And inky puddles gleam
And caught within the pool of light
Where some of us still dream
The empty street that
Sings aloud
Yet for a world asleep
The rain within its velvet cloud
Is shrouded with the deep
The night rain falls through
Blackest skies
And gently, finds its way
To fall and sing in lullabies
And wash the dust of day
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