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The sudden rain

splashes my face

and smears my make-up

flattens my hair

and gives me a chill.

I shiver-

and put on my gloves

standing around and

kicking my feet

waiting...waiting...

for the bus to come

if it ever does.

My headphones crackle

and suddenly stop-

the batteries dead

leave me alone

in the silence

only the sounds of tires

splashing in puddles

in a monotone

spraying my feet.

And I am still waiting

for the bus down the street

sitting at the lights

waiting as well.

The light turns green

and the bus speeds up

I hold my money, clanging in my hands

and the bus slows down

comes to a stop-

opens for me

I step in and take a seat

one bus done-

another four to go.