I dreamt of being in a bar
Someplace in New York city
It was raining heavy
Water beat the windows and pavements
Thunder echoed along
The corridors of buildings
I sat in a terrace seat
Outside in shelter
Watching the people passing by
Nursing my drinks
And imagining their stories
It's beautiful how weather
Changes a city
The pace and sound of people
Traffic and street sellers
I raised a toast to myself
All of the world I see
Is inspiration for poetry
one day will be entire rainy day when the dream will come by the hand of reality.....///
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Yes, all the world is inspiration for poetry. Well written poem Matthew.