A poem with no name

Drops of rain trickling down,
Leaving desolate trails,
The lights scattered blue and red,
As the traffic hurls around.

Inside in the secluded world,
Cheeks pressed to the pane,
You try to catch the falling trail,
As the rain drops fall in vain.

Watch out! here I come, now,
From shadows behind your head,
I will pierce the foggy mountain air,
And we can soon all sing again.

Watch out! don't be asleep, now,
Drive your car away,
If you fall down the wretched hole,
You can break your heart away.