The rain beats down at our sides. Striking against our faces, stinging them and making them go numb and cold. We hunch our backs up to stop the drips running down our backs, Tilting our heads toward the oncoming rain. Providing little shelter to stop the stinging that drives us onward. We lift our arms up and wipe our faces with the drenched sleeves that stick to our wrists. Spreading the water across our cheeks. The cars drive past splashing water up onto the kerb, creating a sheet of water for us to walk over. It laps agaist our shoes, leaving a dark patch where it once went. We tread on, walking against the wind as it tries to push us backwords whistling past our ears making them red and sore. We tread on with might, against the wind and rain. Back to the warmth of the indoors

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