The roaring engines of soaring planes resonates through every alley way, street, and through every crack in the concrete.

The rainy opaque and gray clouds pour a feel of solemnity upon a sleepy city.

The melancholy beauty of my rainy day.

The gentle pitter patter of the drizzling rain caresses my face as i slow my pace to embrace the sound amongst the rain.

The brisk breeze that chills to a temperature ranging amongst the 50's travels through my slightly drenched hoody.

A damp feeling spreads through my body.

The clopping and the squelching noise of busy feet walking and stomping through wet sidewalks.

The chatter of pedestrians.

The complaining religious humanitarians.

To all of that....
                              I Listen......