rain on car windows

i live in a beautiful city. Take away the crowds, and it'd be perfect. Especially in November and December, when the monsoons come and every afternoon is rain. i've always wanted to write a poem about evening rain on car windows - the way the city lights shimmer through the glass, the streetlamps' warm orange glow diffused in the cold cocoon of the car's interior. Perhaps someday, i will find the words.
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