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Repeated small tapping sound woke me from an afternoon nap. I did not realize that I fell asleep and gray sky met my eyes as soon as I opened them. Fat drops of water hit the bedroom window and small rivers of rainwater were cascading down the glass blurring the street below. I could only make out the distorted shapes of hunched figures wrapped in thick coats and parkas rushing by as they try to escape the heavy downpour. The few people with umbrellas walked in a much sedate pace and were more careful not to walk in puddles that has formed on the cracked and uneven sidewalk. It was four in the afternoon and cars were already turning their headlights on as the sky turned even darker and the loud rumbling of the thunder rolled in the distance. When the lightning hit it was blinding like the flash of the camera.

Tap tap tap tap.

I snuggled deeper in my comforter and watch the freezing rain drench the world outside my warm cocoon.

Tap tap tap tap.

Another burst of light split the dark sky followed by the rolling sound of thunder. I saw the silhouete of people in the double decker bus that rolled by. An old woman in a bright yellow raincoat was mincing her way down the street in her three-wheeled walker. She pauses every few seconds, adjust her hold on the walker and continued on. Another bus rolled by. The tapping of raindrops on the window continued.