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The rain beats down;
Faster than the speed
At which the wiper works.
Images blur,
It is twilight and the streetlights
Form a halo
around the raindrops.
Buffeted by strong winds,
Umbrellas bend.
The rain today,
is wild and unfettered.
Prancing, swiftly racing,
Endeavouring to touch,
Drench everyone
To the core of their heart!

People in a hurry,rush.
There is but one,a stray,
Who stands;
With his nose held high
And ears cocked up,
As if in defiance.
Drenched to the roots of his hair
But the stray’s spirit
Yet to be dampened by the rain.
He stands on the pavement,
Giving company to his beggar master.
He watches,
as humans,
attempting to avoid
the lashing
And the splashing,
head home fast.
 
Suddenly he moves closer to his master
And looks at him,
With soulful eyes;
As if to query-
"Where is our home tonight?"

A stray and his beggar master

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Home Sweet Home” September 7, 2020