Descriptive Essay: The Effects Of Raining In The City

There is something profoundly beautiful yet melancholic about the way the city is so full of life yet dead, when it’s raining. With the grey sky swept over the busy streets of the city, the rain has such a mesmerizing effect. Souls, scattered across the city, are bustling through the streets, not stopping to look at anyone or anything. The moment the clouds open and shed a thousand tears, pedestrians hurry in different directions. Most are dreading the rain, while some don’t even notice its misty drops. The clouds, full of anger and loneliness, start to spit each drop of rain towards the people as if it were poison. Every once in a while, treacherous puddles of poison form along sidewalks, and pedestrians weave their way in and out as to avoid getting their feet wet. The street lamps, like diamonds, and the cars’ headlights are the only source of light in the city. There is a glow of the golden street lamps reflected on the wet, faded zebra crossing, and in the distance, city lights shone like tiny, twinkling stars. The towering buildings stood besides the street, quiet as if they were guarding it. In the sunshine, the mountainous, monolithic

The rain cascaded down with the sound of raindrops growing louder, and the raw wind whistled through the air. The water rushed into drains, lost forever from the world above, and the sound of vehicles passing by. Vehicles glide across the streets, with their lights on to guide their way though the roads, and then disappear again into the dark corners of the streets. Although the city isn’t as busy as a field where a football game is happening, the car horns and other city noises prevent people from sleeping in the many apartments that clutter the city. The moist, fresh, and misty scent of the city, like cold air running through veins, also had an oddly fresh smell mixed with a bit of carbon monoxide from the