I see clusters of umbrellas in the distance
And heads ducking under frantic hands
As if to hide from the falling mist.
They come in waves and wait at traffic lights,
Watching cars pass by and neon lights glow.
The rush of necessity drives them forward –
They walk briskly, their legs sprayed by droplets
As they kick up water in each quick step,
Hurrying home over the puddles formed
In the crevices of uneven cobblestone.
On days like these,
Everyone avoids going outside;
But sometimes, I just stand in the rain
Under my navy fold-up umbrella
And watch the world go by.
I would delight in gentle conversation
Perhaps, in the corner of a cosy café,
Lit by warm tungsten bulbs,
And watch water run down the windows
Like shooting stars falling to earth,
But, I also love hearing the melodies –
The, *pitter patter* of rain.
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