A shower

The air grows cold
Dark clouds gathering together
And people look up 
as drops of water hit their noses

Everyone scatter everywhere
Like ants to a torrent
For shelter or dry spots
To avoid getting soaked to the bones

Watching from inside as rain hit the window
Trailing down in thick streaks
Pitter patter, plip plop
Watching as deep puddles form here and there

But soon the shower passes
With only the smell of rain
And a damp atmosphere 
To show for a rainfall