The rain has just stopped after days of downpour. The city, once cloaked in grey, now glistens under a soft, golden light breaking through the clouds. Wet streets reflect neon signs and streetlights like a mirror, turning puddles into pools of color. Skyscrapers rise through lingering mist, their glass facades sparkling clean, catching the last drops as they roll down. Trees and plants lining the sidewalks look lush and vibrant, their leaves deep green and dripping with freshness.
The air is cool and crisp, filled with the earthy scent of rain-soaked pavement and blooming flowers. In the distance, you can see a faint rainbow arching over the skyline. The city is quiet for a moment—calm, like it’s catching its breath—before life slowly stirs back to motion: footsteps on wet pavement, distant horns, the soft hum of traffic resuming.