Benz.
Hate in your eyes.
The indifference.
Friend - an old man.
I remember.
He sells.

Twas' a cloudy evening. The same, the same, very different, far too different. A drop no bigger than an ant fell, from the heavens, almost gracefully into a puddle nearby shooting out tiny droplets as crystal white merged into brown. Gloom was in the air. A street dog two lanes away howled.

Storm?
Hope. Believe. Relieve.
Smile.
Stretch.
Reach out.
Too late.
You're gone.
So are we.
Too late.
Too late.