The rain does fall upon the street,
Of Flushing bright at night,
The place where grey concrete does meet
With crystal droplets bright.
Around the crowded corner late,
There're signs with neon lights,
With crowds who view, who conversate,
While longing for new sights.
Upon the lengthy crowded lane,
The people roam around,
While skies are pouring tender rain,
Along the city sound.
The signs describe the tasty foods,
So much and more to pick,
The nightly times do set some moods,
Attracting people quick.
I'm singing songs about this place,
At early twilight times,
About its sights, about its ways,
So happily with rhymes.
The olden buildings are combined,
With lights of bright neon,
Who're making pasts with now aligned,
Like the poet Gihon.
''Gihon'' is one of my pen names.