Nocturn

Through glistening roads, after hours of pouring rain
In the lull of night, through the soft buzz of the shadowy lanes
As the markets close
And the humming engines shut down
Conversations become quieter
The dogs yawn

People take leave from their daily chores
They head home, indifferent to the haze, the fog and the mist
Back to their dear ones that they haven't today kissed
Leaving a hushed town for the pensive traveler to roam
To soak up these melancholic sights the world dismissed