Streets are alight with the flicker of gas lit lamps

The steady trickle of rain from above soaks the pavement

Faces of poor and rich alike are concealed by their umbrellas

Footsteps quick and quit, footsteps loud and broken

Easy breathes come and go as carriages stumble down the street

Crowds of people move in complex patterns somehow in unison

Rain splatters from gutters gushing, spilling

Rain drops hover, quiet, seeking

Mud gathers in the crevices, Light in the eaves of houses

Quiet murmurs consume the air, loud voices the

Cement

The buildings are cocooned with travelers and their structures pelted with mist

Shouts call across the twisted streets hit down by the rain

Steps rumble in the walkways drenched by the rain

Steps long and wide steps wet and waiting

Steps in the rain