The Night Has Come

The night has come to give its acquainted glow Of the evening just after rainy fall Where drops in clear kept pouring down in squall Forward like a river in its wetness flow The city is all soaked in tempering eyes Cobblestones glisten in sideways walks Echoes of footsteps and gibbering talks Under darkish clouds and opening skies Leaves on the trees dripping in pearly drops Clearance for new summer coming fresh bright Tones of the watery in glowing goes The mist in evening of cleansing plops With day in near end before twilight's night Afterwards the single streets in emptiness grows