The rain came while I sat in City Hall, no clue as to its
happening, no thunder rocked the building, just the downpour I discovered when
I came out again, slick streets and sidewalks, reflecting the array of light
that night time brings out in this part of the city, a pause when I fire
emerged, then a downpour again as I took refuge at the train station, another lonely
night in a public place, though not nearly as lonely as in the past when I huddled
hear, she only a question mark, a passing through as I waited for the rain to
stop
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