As rain dripped the gutters
fluidly poured over roofs
and plants and flowers
nourishing the soils
of busy boulevards
and it washes out smoke
from cars and cigars and filled cups.

killing time, waiting for you at the bus stop.

As I observed over a million buses,
go swanky in a zap,
passengers, bystanders,
vendors going loco
as the rain blew harder
it made their heads nod.

As I still wait for you here at the bus stop.

As the rain toned down
as it trembled to whispers
like gushing bits of sprinkles
and droplets but so soon they are gone,
daydreamed the possibilities,
my head's deaf and stuffed.


As I still wait for you here at the bus stop.

As the sun shined its rays,
crisp yellow diamonds
penetrate my retina nerves
telling me to wear my sunglasses
along with traffic submerged
along with a reason that it is the same plot,
and everything has changed.

As I wait for you here at the bus stop