Soft hush of dawn, the skyline dreams,In veils of mist and silver streams,Where lanterned windows faintly glow—Shanghai wakes in rain-swept flow.
The Pearl stands cloaked in clouded grace,A ghostly crown in sky's embrace.Neon blush and morning grayCollide where raindrops dance and sway.
Umbrellas bloom like flowers spun,A thousand petals, one by one,Waltzing past the silent shops,To rhythms sung by rooftop drops.
The street carts steam, the dumplings sigh,Warm comfort rising to the sky.Bamboo curls in hands so kind,While time forgets its race behind.
Puddles mirror dragon light,Reflecting dreams in black and white,Where stories sleep in alley rain,And lovers part, then meet again.
O city of the silk and steel,Where old and future gently kneel,This rainy hush, a whispered song—In Shanghai's heart, I drift along.