Nothing remain to see

Perhaps nothing remains to see,

In the ceaseless rain's symphony,

Quiet streets, a path unseen,

All vanished, as if in a dream.

Where are you, clouds on high?

Where's the bustle's joyful cry?

Which way leads to my abode?

Lost in thoughts, an enigma showed.

I sense your plan, cloud's uproar,

Hidden path through the downpour,

You ponder gains, economic lore,

My path entwined, forevermore.

A puzzle deep within my mind,

Long-hidden plans of a different kind,

Now I understand your scheme so sly,

In whispered truths, secrets lie.

Sani