It’s been rainin’ relentlessly for a few days. It’s night. The rain made the street empty. The silent street lights are lighting up the street a bit, reflections can be seen. Raindrops are making the reflections disturbed. The gloom of the street lights are spreading throughout the street. The curve of the street is finding it’s way into another direction more perfectly than before. The street is happy to be empty.
The thickets on the side are comforting the street. The old empty house is a lifelong chat partner of the street.
The street is sad no more. The rain is washing away the dirts, the spots. The street no longer wants to fight with the Mango tree beside it, which was disturbing the street with it’s roots all these years. The street wants to befriend the tree.