After downpour the empty street
Echos empty in the darkened evening,
Lights on the barks of trees, leaves,
Tarmac glistens orange under fast wheels.
Behind her glistening window
Alone in her light-less chamber she weeps
For departed has the spring sun
Where is it, the captives companion?
The night might seem a little sad
If the rain had not ceased.
Look to the glimmering streets
Bounds of the feral mongrels.