Train whistles

On fog shrouded nights.

Rain drops on the window make

Streaks of street lights.

The scent of the warm night pavment cooled by the rain

Rises from the street and in through the third floor window.

The grass and driveway

glisten in city head lights.

Daytime’s dust and dirt are  washed away.

The morning brings sunlight and blue sky.

The night rain has worked its magic.

The world is new and clean, ready to begin again.