The rain came down on Sussex on a weekday from grey sky puddles in the gutters as bent people hurried by Hunched against the blowing wind their purpose form they sped to various destinations by design each to were led And watching from a distance I felt relieved that I did not need to brave the wilds and could stay warm and dry
So, looking at the puddles there I think inside I'll stay and wait things out until there comes another sunny day
©Jemverse
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