Claustrophobic heat consumes commuters in the confines of a crowded carriage.
A wisp of fresh air dissipates in the stale ocean of recycled breath,
as compressed bodies sway with the motion of the train.
A wound through the milling masses is instantly healed,
but the departing locomotive goes unnoticed,
lost in a barrage of the senses.
A sweet freshness heralds the approaching rain,
backed by a rumble and flash in the leaden sky.
Innumerable fragrances swirl in a sea of scents,
mingling as they grapple for dominance.
A chirrup of protest turns to welcome
as the first drops begin to fall
and the dome of humidity is burst
by the accompanying spring breeze.
The green canvass in all its shades,
with its splotches of bright colour,
is shrouded in a silvery veil within moments,
all a glistening blur.
With thrashing boughs and streaking lightning
the elements build to a climactic peak.
And as the the pattering droplets fade to a whisper,
the gusting wind parts the clouds
just in time for the lemon-apple dusk.
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