The rain falls, trickles down her face
She forgot her umbrella
She walks through the city
Pushing through the crowds
She reaches the train station
her train is delayed
100 words to say how she feels, is not enough
She’s on her way home
the rain keeps falling
She gets sneezed on
and coughed on
The train brings her closer and closer
the light leaves the sky, the landscape is washed out
At Greensborough station she runs
craving the warmth of her car
Her car gets her there, to that house.
She’s home. And there’s everywhere else she’d rather be.
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