Darkness reflected between the panes. Riveluets or rain water cascade in formation to form a pll at the bottom. The red, yelow, and green of the traffic light twinkle and dance merrilly through the storm. Headlight place glancing blows on all things that pass before them. Red tail light gleaming meanincingly as they speed from the crime. Sodden business suited men rush down the street, their forgotten umbrellas safe and dry at home. What are they thinking? Do they wonder about you as you wonder about them? Do they look to the sky and say "What if"?
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I enjoyed the poetic feel to this. In particular the sentence beginning Sodden suited businessmen gave an excellent description. the onlt prob you had is minor with typos but they don't detract from your description. I look forward to reading more of your work.