City.

The rain pours down on the city. It washes the grit away. All the dust that has settled on the pavements drift down the drains. It washes the people away too. All the workers that scuttle above ground, all seek shelter in the complex underground passages.

I chose to defy the elements and walked under the rain without an umbrella. I looked at the weary faces of the crowd. They had the money, they have a job. They do not have a heart. As I continue to walk in the rain, those with umbrellas seemed to snicker. They were dry.

What ever happened to kindness? Are we only kind for a week and bam it's back to reality. Well, there are kindred souls roaming this Earth. On my way back from the foodcentre to the office, I stood close to a man with an umbrella hoping that his 'dryness' can magically transfer to me. It seemed that it did because he looked at me and used his umbrella to shelter the 2 of us. :)