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.

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