Proving Grounds

The city is an unreal place
Where dogs bark in the suburbs
As a part of the ambience
Where things called cars honk
Hooters at certain intervals
And there is a lot of papers
Newspapers, documents and money
It is all about information
To keep track of things
Like events, deals and promises
But most of all there is smoke
From chimneys, cigarettes and exhausts
Because things get built 
And things get burned
Because everything moves
And so the lowly new comer
Who happens to come along
Every now and then
Will most likely wonder
What the hustle is all about
And ironically, he will find
It best reflected in their entertainment
For it is seen in how they relax
Themselves by means of a good challenge
All be it with balls or fists
Virtual guns or ballets
Or the lights up on Broadway
It is all about fun and games
To see who is the very best
In the end

And yet nature finds the city
And it becomes real
In certain quiet places
See it come
When the rain falls
Dwellers are entranced
Away from their busy lives
Someone lying on his bed listens
To the melodic tune chiming out
Of the insides of the tin hollows
Of rainspouts
Someone at his window feels
A new sense 
Of comfortable warmth
Watching the water making love
To the earth
Caressing glass
Petting concrete
Washing streets
And there is new room 
For breathing
Once again 
After the showers
As they are left
With the sweet smell
Of fresh air
As the city
Steams

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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