The evening is cold, cloudy,
the wind blows,
people rushing over,
faced, looking a taxi.
Rain falls, lunges
over rooftops,
slips
quickly and hurried away down the street.
People were surprised eagerly looking
a place where
shelter.
cars
coalesce slows his pace,
cars and people
resemble the ants in the same way.
The water is still running,
urges him away from where they fell
Why fleeing in a way so giddy?
The sooner you away, just as return,
but probably will never be the same.
smells like coffee Within
the aroma is mixed with
smell of wet bodies.
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