The City of Rain

In this torrential downpour,
In this gray city,
I feel at home.

Bustling with people I'll never meet.
Both the good and the bad.
the martyrs and murderers.

In this gray city there are pockets of grass.
the random green in the overwhelming gray.
The moments of good in the otherwise neutral.

In this gray city,
covered by this gray rain,
I feel comfortable.

Because I know this gray city is the average life.
And even though we try to cover ourselves,
and even though we have shelter.

Everyone gets hit by the rain.