The town empties and looks abandoned,
I have the whole place to myself;
I’m the only one enjoying the gym.
The silence is resounding and fills
Every cavity of light and air;
Stillness frames the rain-washed sky.
That is the best thing of all, the rain.
Come evening it cascades in curtains
Bringing comforting music;
And the tang of rain scent scorches
The pavement on cooled air,
Redolent perfume through welcome windows.