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The Rain Kept Pouring
The rain poured down on his red umbrella.
Pitter Patter Pitter Patter
The puddles rippled in the presence of his rubber boots.
Slosh Slosh Slosh
Shadowy blurs and neon umbrellas filled the night as everyone trodded in any direction, nobody stopping to give the homeless man change or to look at signs telling you where to go.
It seemed everyone knew where to be and when to be there.
Some people making a left into some alleys, some rushing into their apartments.
The flares of red and blue were common around here. No need to rubberneck, no to need to film. Just “move along, nothing to see here.”
Even the screeching of the sirens seemed to just float away, nobody feeling the need to care about who died and what got destroyed.
Lives beginning and lives ending. Decisions made and laws enforced. Nature slowly being eradicated. Nobody stopping to care. Money seeming to be worthless. Uniqueness was scarcer than drugs and gold.
But the rain kept pouring.
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