Drowning in the wake of the rain

The city was drowning in the suppressed emotions of the heavens above The sky was a blur of grey fur and voluptuous roars The patter of the rain grew louder, and dimmed Like a badly tuned radio. The chatter of the class almost drowned out the din outside. Almost. Volleys of arrows shot towards the roads; The roads glittered like polished lead innocently Almost as if were batting its eyelashes oh-so-cluelessly The rain pounded against every surface And it always bounced off harmlessly The sky split into tendrils of thunder The grey wolves above grew louder; Trees crashed into tar Water clung to legs But nothing could halt the city The battle raged on, unforgiving But no one fell prey to its vicious beauty Except a lone student on a gloomy day Staring through grills that would never give way