london is

the comforting sound of rain,

Of the silence of heavy-falls,
Of some light-hearted people.

A swarm of dancing umbrella’s wrapping themselves around
As though to take me into the light of their torch,

While some distant places are beaten down by a collection of drops.

And the universe has never been so different, had it
Never been different the way that it is,

None of this would have been hooked my tired attention.

In the tube.

The comforting sound of rain.

Of the silence of heavy-falls. 
Some light hearted people.

And I am a part of that now?

Not that anybody cares but I care if I do.
But I do. I feel a little jump of grateful exaltation,

Warmly it spreads through in my chest.

 I do

at the
comforting sound of rain.

What a strange, yet not foreign place
London is.