The Festival State

In this city
Everyone seems scared of the rain,
Umbrellas race to the train,
Fire trucks hide away.

But I
Embrace it like a long lost friend,
Who I may never see again,
Who’s name I can’t remember.

And the city washes away
All the troubles that I face
From day to day,
Today is my day.

In this city
The trees all sing “Come hither”
The bikes speed past the river,
The festivals deliver.

And I
Sit beneath a tree,
Draw whatever I see,
Embrace the falling leaves,

And these branches touch the ground
And the wind makes not a sound
As I look around,
Today is my day.
And the city washes away
All the troubles that I face
From day to day,
Today is my day.

Can you see what’s missing?