The Night Has Come Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The night has come to give its acquainted glow
Of the evening just after rainy fall
Where drops in clear kept pouring down in squall
Forward like a river in its wetness flow
The city is all soaked in tempering eyes
Cobblestones glisten in sideways walks
Echoes of footsteps and gibbering talks
Under darkish clouds and opening skies
Leaves on the trees dripping in pearly drops
Clearance for new summer coming fresh bright
Tones of the watery in glowing goes
The mist in evening of cleansing plops
With day in near end before twilight's night
Afterwards the single streets in emptiness grows