On
Rainy
Days,
A
Haze
Would
Form,
If
It
Was
Warm,
And
Move
Over
The
City,
The
Damp
Rendering
Pretty
The
Myriad
Building
Facades,
Staining
The
Sidewalks
Blue
And
Turning
The
Streets
A
Blackish
Hue,
Covering
The
Pear
Trees
In
A
Silvery
Dew
We
All
Walked
Through.