Rainy Dawn in the City - my first poem!

Rainy Dawn in the City

Faint slivers of cold, grey light streak across the black sky.
The city is as still as an empty stage in a darkened theater.
Lines of silvery rain rush past my window to the street below,

Where puddles glimmer like mirrors, reflecting signs and

      windows and doors.
Pigeons calmly stroll the sidewalks, alone at a private

      picnic,
pecking at yesterday's crumbs.
It is cold and grey and silent in this moment before the world

      wakes.
And I, four floors above the puddled streets, pull my soft,
friendly quilt a little closer
And wait for the first spoken word of the day.

                                                                             Sincerely,

                                                                                       A Writer