CITY RAIN

It's raining in the city--
outside the ghosts of buildings are hidden behind the mist,
the grey backs the towers and the antennae of the valley,
the raindrops slide sadly and slowly down the windowpane,
a woman insists on hanging the just washed clothes to dry,
cats, dogs, doves and birds can't be spotted anywhere at all,
cars drive like a procession going to a funeral,
few umbrellas walk by clutched by hurried hands.
The mood inside sways between cozy and mad, between warm-hearted and longing.