Neon illuminated raindrops,
snow-like against the night,
cover everyone.

Girls,
dressed in costumes
designed to exhibit,
(not insulate)
frustratedly stride along,
their exposed flesh
glistening,
reflecting the streetlights'
sparkle.

Boys,
(mostly too far gone to care about rain)
wander the streets agog.
Hypnotised by barely-there clothing,
made all the more
revealing
by the
moisture,
adhering fabric
to every curve
of the wet erotic meat.

In the dark alleyways,
some seek shelter,
praying the downpour
is a "Shower".
Some nervously urinate,
behind a curtain,
made of sheets of rain.
Some couples kiss,
unable to control themselves
around those they Love
until they get home.

At the door,
to the hottest nightspot in town,
a girl
steps out into the night air.
The unexpected change
from the
humid,sweaty,noisy,drunken
club,
to the
cool, open, glistening, dampened
night streets,
refreshes and exhilerates her.
What has proved to be
an unwelcome annoyance
to others,
is a heavenly surprise to her.
She walks to the taxi rank,
Smiling.