the rain drowns the city's noise, all you can hear is the storm knocking on your door. potholes filled with muddy water, traffic officers standing without umbrellas. the poor stand outside and wonder if they'll get some sleep tonight. the rich pose for another picture with a fake smile. commuters cursing the rain gods and the government for not using their taxes to fill holes with more cement. the storm has been knocking on our doors we've been too busy to answer it's call but now it has let itself go and the city has drowned before dawn.