On this rainy day,
when the traffic is bad,
the motorists are hiding under the bridge,
some are riding under the rain,
raindrops are throwing marbles on their faces,
maybe some are rushing for a delivery,
a delivery to avoid complaint of late service,
my windscreen wipers are working hard clearing my vision,
I turn off my bachata music,
so I can listen to the pouring rhythm,
this is the best I can do,
sharing the same weather with them.
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