Each droplet touched his skin and trickled down like a momentum. Stopping dead on track, he closed his eyes, and felt as though musical notes were playing on him. Memories  of adolescence flashed past as the lines at the end of his eyes and lips curled up.

Honk...what a spoiler! He realised then he was all drenched. A sudden cool breeze froze him and the only sound was a vigorous typewriter clacking coming from his teeth.

Looking around, the blurry sight of downpour rinsing  the buildings, somehow felt as though cleansing the souls of tombstones.

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