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Rain beads tap-dance on the city’s skin; Skyward rumbles spark with split-second light; Wipers carve paths where reflections swim; While passing cars hum lullabies to night.
By CSBRain beads tap-dance on the city’s skin; Skyward rumbles spark with split-second light; Wipers carve paths where reflections swim; While passing cars hum lullabies to night.