Rain

falls softly

on empty streets.

Neon lights flicker;

Cyclists speed by quickly;

Food carts, steaming, fragrant;

Murals whisper stories in paint;

Music spills from open doorways.

A crowd gathers, watching in awe

as streetlights cast shadows on history.

Voodoo donuts passed around, shared with love;

Strangers smile, laugh, finding connection in the dark

as Portland breathes in this living moment.

I know this doesn't follow the format exactly, but let's say it's inspired by the form.