The Song of Ondine (City in the Rain)

 

The pavements rippled in the rain,

And lonely figures rushed on by,

All hunched and desperate to escape.

She sat and watched and wondered why.

 

Their eyes were focussed on themselves.

They drowned her music with their thoughts.

They lived as if they were alone:

Detached and silent in this world.

 

The grey of asphalt, sounds of spray,

The glowing shop fronts, merging streams.

There could be beauty in a town,

There could be wonder in the crowd.

 

As one with others, one with rain,

She softly sang her song for all.

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