The rain fell on the world in thin sheets,
creating puddles on the uneven sidewalk,
where the reflections of colorful light,
from the small stores,
were distorted into neon splotches.
Footsteps were loud but were drowned out
as the sounds of cars and shouts,
vibrated through the air.
Umbrellas swarmed the air,
bobbing along in the soft light,
of streetlamps.
People walking hurridly,
trying to get to their destinations,
before becoming completly soaked,
no one sees the girl sitting on the bench,
staring alone with a bewildered,
look on her face.
She once particapted in this,
chaotic dance everyone seeemed,
to have mastered but her.
But now it was all a blur,
and all she could do was sit,
watching their movements,
trying to learn the steps,
without asking.
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