In the still of night, when raindrops fall, And darkness wraps its shroud around all, The world is hushed, by the storm's soft call, In the embrace of midnight's thrall.

Cold whispers weave through the misty air, As shadows dance, with a solemn flair, Each raindrop a tale, a secret to share, On these cold, rainy nights, so rare.

The streets are slick with memories old, Echoes of stories yet untold, Where dreams and fears intertwine, unfold, In the quiet of the night's stronghold.

Through the mist, a lone figure roams, Seeking solace in these silent homes, Lost in thoughts, where the mind freely roams, In the solace of these rainy catacombs.