One rainy afternoon against a big glass window, close to where I stayed I watched the cars slide down wet and slippery roads.
I witnessed men running down the street in search of shelter away from The cats and dogs pouring wave after wave.

What caught my eye and the attention of my mind was:
One thing.
One man.
One man fighting against the wind.
Dressed in black with a hat and a blue single sheet of plastic, which I think he called a raincoat.
Pushing, pressing and forcing himself against the rain like a thirsty man  forcing himself against a helpless woman.
His destiny unknown. His identity not shown.
Forward he goes because that's where he's heading.

Sandwiched between traffic. Those ahead of him are against him those behind him  bring and brought hope. Hope that man would be so kind to offer a helping had..or ride, just to get him closer to where he's heading

They all pass, wiping the water off their windscreens
while man presses on wiping the water off he's face..
Step...by...step