Storm clouds hung ominously over the city
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all day long,
disconnected thunder punctuating the gloom;
sprawled on a bench after escaping the downpour,
observing humanity scurrying back and forth,
lightning on the black horizon.
An old man with a bad hip makes his way
slowly through the sweeping rain,
leaning heavily upon his cane;
illuminated in the asphalt mirror
by the parking lot's flood lights:
pulling the car around for his wife.
Thoughts turn to doom, our mortality,
unkind words spoken to a loved one,
a mother bravely trying to hide pain
from her child;
reliving moments over and over,
longing to return just once more.
But it's night time, now.