The rain patters on my umbrella -
The asphalt glistens -
Passing tires hum through shallow puddles -
I watch falling droplets dance in water-filled depressions -
Lift my head to inhale the freshness -
Detecting salt carried from the ocean nearly an hour distant.
The rain comes down harder and I lower my head,
Quickening my pace,
The beauty fading from my senses.
I have someplace to be...
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