The Night is Raining Down
Barren streetlights.
A dry drizzle.
Slow hurricanes.
Rolling clouds.
Damp bridges.
Tremulous reflections.
Gleaming shadows.
Borrowed rain.
Shattering droplets.
Cascading walls.
Colliding highlights.
Screeching wind.
Dancing roads.
Singing wheels.
Soaked notes.
Huddled dogs.
Blurred strangers.
Familiar phantoms.
Stained stairwells.
Lurching rivulets.
Flickering corridors.
Vanishing corners.
Rumbling songs.
Rambling stations. 
Laughing nooks.
Sombre crooks.
Whistling signals.
Ghostly traffic.
Weary yards.
Dimming shards.
Wandering conversations.
Howling proclamations.
Coughing fans.
Steaming trashcans.
Yawning shutters.
Busy gutters.
Babbling dreams.
Rumpled seams.
Expectant beds.
Cold sheets.
Clustered tales.
Dewy stars.
Moist moons.
Diaphanous rooms.
Protective trinkets.
Watchful amulets.
Hesitant feet.
Beckoning sleep.

The night in one syllable. You.