Classic Poem

A heavy sky, and a drizzling rain
And the lamps in rigid rows;
Long smears of light all down the street
Where a lean cat stalking goes;
Blank, save a glimmer here and there
The gaunt dark houses stand—
And a man and a girl against the gate
Whispering hand in hand.

There is a little dripping sound
Of rain from off the roof;
And gleaming like black armor goes
The policeman's waterproof.
He crosses the road to give them room
As he takes his evening beat;
He also knows that heaven may look
Like a rainy London street.