Pretty Words #004

It was a downpour that nearly muffled the thunder. Streets running wet with rain, nothing could damper the pub goers’ spirits but the taps running dry. Harmoniously, conversations began to synchronize with the pitter patter on the roof of the patio. Many would even stop mid-word after flashes of lightning in anticipation for the thunder.

After the rain let up they all took cabs home leaving their rain-washed cars for tomorrow. They didn’t know how to drive on roads this wet… they were also quite drunk.