Moonlit midnight

Lit up like silver, the rain washed streets shine.
Reflecting the sparkle bestowed upon them.
Over head the drenched clouds rush in front of the wind.
Falling to earth in a swirl of fog to escape the cold breeze.
Misting above the shining streets, hiding the sparkle of water filled hollows, the clouds converge creating ever changing shadows.
Silvered moon, still shining, plays with the shad of tree branches. Constantly shifting as the cold wind revels among them.