Neon Rain Drive

Rain threads the night in neon, blue and rose, A taxi hums where mirrored fire flows; Tall signs ignite the mist with urgent light, And puddles keep the city's pulse in sight. Engines exhale a ghost that curls and stays, While streetlights paint the blocks in violet haze; The skyline drifts like whispers up the lane, And every glow repeats in falling rain.