Rain falls on the city streets.
Strands of black like liquorish sweets.
Lights blaze in yellow splashes.
A crowd for cover dashes.

“Let me play!” a child implores
As his mother closes doors.
All the cafes drenched in steam.
From the pubs blurred lights gleam.

Traffic moves with swishing sound.
Damp clothes on the underground
And the grey yet glimmering sky
Shrouds the city’s buildings high.

A dim and watery clamour
Wraps us in London’s glamour.
As we shelter near her walls
Sound the bells of great St Paul’s.


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