Rainy Sentinal

In the city's heart, where shadows play, A lone figure stands, in rain's gray sway, A sentinel of steel, with eyes aglow, Watching over streets, where neon lights flow. The rain-kissed cloak, a dark, flowing sea, Envelops the form, in mystery. The city's pulse, a rhythmic, beating drum, Echoes through, the sentinel's silent hum. In this metropolis, of steel and stone, The guardian watches, as the rain is thrown, A steadfast heart, amidst the urban roar, A beacon in the night, forever more. The rain falls soft, a soothing, cooling breeze, That calms the soul, and brings the city's ease, The sentinel stands, a steadfast, silent guide, Through the rain-soaked streets, where shadows reside.