The familiar smell of petrichor flooded my lungs,

And the drops of water from the sky came down in tons.

Small trees wilted from the weight of the water,

Their red and orange leaves the only signs of color.

Everything around us was in hues of blue and gray,

The whole world was asleep, yet we knew it was day.

Water under the bridge roared like waves in a storm,

And the light from the streetlamp was our only warmth.

I stared at the droplets hitting the ground,

Exploding, yet not making a sound.

The lights flickering in sync with our heartbeats,

Not a single soul roaming the empty streets.