Rain Falls Slowly In The Cold

Rain falls slowly in the cold
like awkward tears,
there is no rush,
it thickens
in the oily night
as strangers huddle together;
silhouettes around a traffic light
to cross the splashy road
with drivers behind wipers
so comfortable,
lampposts become bonfires
killing snowflakes
flapping
as moths in the cold.

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