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?"
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