the scent of rain
The scent of rain hangs heavy in the air as I navigate the city streets.
Bus stop havens become temporary shelters, a shared sigh of relief escaping from those huddled beneath. Concrete, asphalt, and stone under the downpour, a sense of release washing over the urban landscape.
This is London on a rainy night.
A symphony of scents, reflections, and the quiet camaraderie of strangers waiting for the storm to pass.
