I watched a worker strenuously wipe the water-stained glass door, this Monday.
I walked past a building wet with rain; the patterns were a graceful grey.
I watched an old lady, seated in the passenger seat of her car, draw smileys on her window.
I walked, trying not to step on a million little watery crevices on the sidewalk.
With water stains, everything has come alive.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
I watched a worker strenuously wipe the water-stained glass door, this Monday.
I walked past a building wet with rain; the patterns were a graceful grey.
I watched an old lady, seated in the passenger seat of her car, draw smileys on her window.
I walked, trying not to step on a million little watery crevices on the sidewalk.
With water stains, everything has come alive.
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