Rain falling down around me.
I'm not really sure I can feel it on my skin.
My glasses are dotted with raindrops.
Who needs an umbrella?
He stands next to me.
Quietly.
2 strangers in a city,
him and I.
Horns sound all around.
The noise just doesn't stop.
Ahhh, New York.
The city of Noise.
A bus pulls away.
A car comes out of no where.
They almost collide.
Oh it's on now.
They both beep.
Who will give in.
Who will go first.
The bus lurches forward, trying to get ahead of the car.
Slams on the breaks.
The car won't budge.
The bus stalls.
Engine fail.
Haha.
The car got ahead.
The bus was held up.
Restarted the engine and pulled away.
Typical day in New York City.
Waiting for the crash that didn't come.
I laugh to myself.
Cuz it's funny. Familiar.
The guy next to me says,
"So many horns beeping".
And I turn to him with a smile and say,
"This is New York. It's normal."
And for just a second,
him and I
2 strangers in the rain
Shared a moment. An inside joke.
Then the bus came.
We both got on.
Went our separate ways.
And that was it.
But there was still a small smile
playing on my lips.
New York.
The city I hate, the city I love.
pretty
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