It's a rainy night in the old city
A misty shower floats over the land
Slivers of rain gleam as they glide
Through the hazy beam of a streetlamp
The droplets of gold skim through the air
And with a soft plunk
The cobblestones shine-
The streets of some lost Elysium.
Lightening cracks the sky
The air trembles with thunder
That echoes through the heavenlies,
Challenging the glowing stream
As it trickles down
From paradise.