How dark the noon?
Noon like sunset
Not even a notice
Inadequately prepared
Stunned by the promptness
Helter skelter for shelter
Running for possible protection
Grumblers all around
Complaint sounds greater than the sweet sound
Patiently all waited
Praying there is a stop
Splashes from bashes
How I wish I had one
So I could go on without hindrances
At least I would get home
So long it was
The more I stayed the more annoyed
If I could pay you
I would have done
Just to allow me go
Our fear finally came
Jamming traffic
Where do I go from here
Black night awaits
I managed to get going
But my fear didn't disappoint me
I saw it coming
How tiny they were
Heavy falls
Little passage
Those I envied now envy me
Indebted heavily
Although I was naked,
yet they joined me
Left shelter for open
We became one
I, even better
Who cares?
They don't
Do we?
When it stops
When all are fine
Do we care to tell them?
We only do when it happens
The rain will stop
The sun will come
But the rain will never stop.
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