A Summer Storm in the City

The fog slithers between the buildings, as the lights go down.

The streets fall to a murmured hush, waiting for the chorus to start.

Then ever so slowly, the beats start to drum,

As the rain starts to tap the panes,

The animals sit amongst the sparse trees watching.

As the melody starts to bloom,

The power builds, and the wind

Will howl with the tune,

The towers that kiss the sky tremble.

As it all raises, towards the crescendo,

The streetlights flash with the odd tempo.

Then with all its roaring glory,

The thunder chases the lightning across the sky.

Next thing we know,

We’re back at the beginning.

As the beats end their drumming,

Of the taps against the panes.

We can breathe a sigh of release, as we watch the storm disappear.

And we might just wonder,

If some of the sins of this city,

Might have just been washed away.