City of Rain

This strange breed of people I see
pull something over their head
As if it is a fragile piece of equipment
that will malfunction when wet

One of another breed
stops me on the street
to tell me that I am beautiful
and that my hair is getting wet
Good at pointing out the obvious are you?

The rain makes me want to stand outside
and count every raindrop until it is through.
The night makes me want to stand outside
and count every star.

City of Stars

At midnight
the woman on the corner
singing loudly
the streetlights
and the empty street
I cross
we pass