[The Daily Post – Photo Challenge] Gathering – Document a gathering and share your interpretation with us.
Five p.m. and the rain
decides to dribble faster, bored of its previous spitting game.
It laughs with the wind as it ambushes the little people
stepping out of their already weathering day,
unaware. some unprepared. another London day.
Then it starts to still again as many have taken shelter,
running away from its teasing streaks, and
the rare few, letting the polluted rain
wash away their heated stress. As the lampposts relentlessly attempt
to light up the dulled ground, the rain watches
the little assemblies of people at the
public transport stations and overhead shelters.
It surveys their shoes, silently chit-chatting the
common and uncommonness
of these gatherings.
A daughter returning home, a weary working woman, an impatient schoolgirl,
Funny how the rain unites more strangers than usual.
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