The gentle rain falleth from heaven,
The light mist is shrouding the scene,
The chain saws are felling the birch trees,
Crashing cars softly careen.
Inaudible workmen are bellowing,
My neighbour is playing power drill,
Toddlers are screeching at mothers,
Cacophany and lightning are shrill.
Oh what I'd give for some silence,
For the transports on wet roads to cease,
For one moment to savour this weather,
Alas - noise is the city's disease.