Images float in-front of your eyes. Your hair flies in the wind, almost wild. You struggle with your skirt a little bit, Feeling glad that you wore shorts underneath. The wind can be heard even over the Honking of the cars, as it carries some Stray, withered leaves. The sky has darkened and you can smell the Freshness of grass over the smoke and Stink of ******* dumps in the open. The crows start flapping around in Choreographed committee and start cawing About the latest weather changes. It somehow doesn't surprise me that this Reminds you of countless others you Might know. The crows ruffle their feathers and Take shelter in predefined places. It is another rainy day amongst Billions of others that have occurred. To state the obvious, you have too Much time in your hands if you begin Describing another rainy day.