Rainy day bus

Rain jumps upon the bus roof patterning a beat in time with the roll of wheels, buzzer sets ring and stops come and go,people hoping on and off umbrellas up and down, dripping in their shelter blown rains drops slide along glass, through the swoosh of puddles spraying waves, washed footpaths people dashing for shelter, on the bus all looks and scowling frayed tempers and cold looks, there is no laughing no laughter, or privileges or colorful charms to collect, just the cold rain and a wet bus seat, and colder people cling the fear of something that will never happen, people always leave saddened in the rain, five stops until I’m home

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