Cobalt Rhapsody

Amidst the city's ceaseless rhythm,

Under a sky of cobalt and sapphire hymn,

The rain sings, a conductor's wild gesticulation,

Turning streets to mirrors of neon’s fascination.

 

The clock tower, an old sentinel's gaze,

Stands watch over the time-swept haze,

As silhouettes move in a spectral ballet,

Veiled in the dusk's and city light’s parfait.

 

The pavements glisten, a canvas alive,

With strokes of orange, blue, and jive,

Here, life's palette is rich and vast,

In the reflections of a raindrop's cast.

 

The world is a gallery of shadow and light,

Where every moment is an artist's delight,

In this impression of the urban ebb and flow,

Find the city's pulse, the night's warm glow.

 

Walk these wet streets, become part of the verse,

Of the city's heart, vibrant and diverse,

For in this painted rain, stories untold,

Of dreams in the downpour, bold and cold.

Done