It is raining and I am seeking for shelter
I look around and nobody is looking up
Protecting their faces from the clear drips
Buried in their coats and in their phones
Pexels
It is late and everybody is on their way to somewhere
Towards home from a successfull or disappointing night
I can not help to stop and wonder
Where are all these people going and what are their stories
Was he visiting family or perhaps his wife is ill?
Will he reach home by himself, of is somebody with him
Is that a smile of joy, or because he is just in the accepting phase
I seem to know those students sitting there together
Most likely they are heading towards the same place as I am
They look like crap, like a bus has hit them
Is the study too rough, or did they go to party off the daily stress?
Why is that mother with her baby still awake?
Could it be that she does not have a house to go to?
Do those fake nails cost more than the monthly costs of diapers for her
And most of all, where is the father?
The busdriver looks tired
It is his last round of the day
I hope for him his wife is still awake when he reaches home
Because after all, everybody deserves to have somebody waiting for them
