It is night ….the Street lights are sodium orange. The People sleeping in there cosy beds are fantasizing. The lights reflecting on the soaking wet floor.
Darker than dark, the emerald trees muttering and the khaki grass fluttering .The lights are slowly waking trees up.
The road markings are as straight as dominos that are about to slip .One. Lonely. House. Guarding the dull paths not going to sleep.
The drumming rain poured down on the traffic island in the middle of the road. The sound of the rain got louder. It rains and rains all night long.
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