The town is hushed as I walk through the night
My footsteps echoing around the empty streets like a drum
The rain begins to fall …. running down my face
Mingling with the tears across my cheeks …
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Dear Phil, This is a lovely poem. The mood is certain. The music sure. Rain is a song in itself. I am glad it sang for you on your 'Night Walk'. Wishing your pensive mood a happier tomorrow. Regards, Sandra