'Soft Breezes & The Tune Of Rain'

Through the partly tattered umbrella of blue, red and white,
I saw the drops of rain slide through; their path traced across the dark and ochre backdrop.
Each step was carefully laid as to not dampen my leather shoes, but after a while, it didn't matter any more (perhaps, I just saw it as less significant).

I saw eight people on the semi-flooded field (on my left as I was passing):
eight shadows playing football with their bikes parked by the side.
The game looked fun (and inviting), with all the unnecessary display of tackles and reckless abandon: as all games conducted on a plain of rain, mud, grass and over zealous participation can be.

I let the soft winds and scenery pass through me for a while, before moving on.

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