Rain, a silver goddess

Approaching the lamppost on a rainy day. The light throwing shadows on it. The orange florencent light. That color that gives all cities the same uniformed appearance from the sky. That orange glow.

Walking under that light after a long day. Rain hitting your face, splashing mist all over, waking you up from that wonderland you were in for a second.

Lights of cars, approaching then vanishing in a blink.

The bus coming up the hill.

Pack your bag. 

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