The darkness is gleaming with the polish of rain
Crinkled copies of streetlights on warm window pane
Men hide their faces and scuttle and dash
As black whooshing cars threaten to splash

The river's alive with a furious dance
From her bed she is writhing in watery trance
Then all is quiet for a moment, an hour
Nothing is moving save hammering shower

But sudden bolt brilliance fixed on my eyes
A momentary spotlight on house and high rise
When the storm heard me counting the seconds go by
He roared with a rage that tore open the sky

Yet in his fury he seemed tired of the game
He gave up the fight, quick as he came
I heard him retreating, a grumbling haze
And nothing was left but a clear, damp haze