rain Leaving the office I walk swiftly, just wished the guard at the door of the university entrance good night. Evening classes seem to have a break - students are standing everywhere, chatting, watching TV in the cafeteria.
An all too familiar sound on my blue umbrella: rain drops, slow, fat, lazy, like during those summer nights when my sister and I camped in the garden and a storm refreshed the same and tested our tent. I shiver slightly, and walk on, jumping over a puddle, crossing side streets, dodging taxis and buses whose drivers seem to have forgotten that their vehicles are (probably) equipped with indicators.
I feel like I am the opposite of those drops, there is nothing slow left in me, if there ever was.  ¶ 3:22 AM