Rain beating on the ground.
Swift eddies flowing into gutters;
Sticks swirling in the grey mud flow.
Hasty umbrellas pop up like mushrooms in the air.
Girl slumped upon the ground;
The thin, the creeping rain
soaking her trembling, shivering body.
Sad girl leaning against the shop window.
Lights hurt-bright and goods all shapes and colours
glitter behind her to tempt the passers-by.
They stop a fleeting, captured moment, then move on.
But she, sad, weeping girl, ignored.
Relentless stream of people; a stream
Casting humanity aside like flotsam
Cast up on a bank.
In winter rain.
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