It's raining; black murky toxic rain.
Children with transparent raincoats and dirty fingernails splash puddle water on each other, lacking both the playful edge and the childish spite.
People look out of their windows, their expressions reflect both relief and dread.
Our cab whizzes past, spraying dirt and water on unsuspecting pedestrians. They curse and shake their umbrellas in our direction, angrily.
The traffic clogs at a bend in the road and the honking cars create the harshest sound you can imagine.
It continues to rain; dark drops from an angry sky.
The rains have arrived, whipping up a blend of all the possible monsoon cliches.
A time where we all sigh and say how great a book and coffee would be, but we still go out in the muck and complain till our voices die out.
Children with transparent raincoats and dirty fingernails splash puddle water on each other, lacking both the playful edge and the childish spite.
People look out of their windows, their expressions reflect both relief and dread.
Our cab whizzes past, spraying dirt and water on unsuspecting pedestrians. They curse and shake their umbrellas in our direction, angrily.
The traffic clogs at a bend in the road and the honking cars create the harshest sound you can imagine.
It continues to rain; dark drops from an angry sky.
The rains have arrived, whipping up a blend of all the possible monsoon cliches.
A time where we all sigh and say how great a book and coffee would be, but we still go out in the muck and complain till our voices die out.
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