The traffic stopped, the rain did not. The man who stopped in the middle of the road has gone, somewhere. To stand in the middle of another road?
This is the rain I wanted elsewhere, to watch from another window.
It finally stopped. I can go.
The traffic stopped, the rain did not. The man who stopped in the middle of the road has gone, somewhere. To stand in the middle of another road?
This is the rain I wanted elsewhere, to watch from another window.
It finally stopped. I can go.
