crowded by splashes, left and right.
up against a building with
no dry space to move ahead.
can barely turn to look over my shoulder.
seeking a dry place to hide from the rain;
at least the cold wind can't reach me here.
great.
i'm pressed against a wall.
hear the passing train.
you hear that?
the reason is the wind coming my way
nearly blows me off my feet.
come on, we're out of here.
you drive, i'll ride.
what are you smiling for?
let's go. run for it.
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