Transparent Fireworks

Its a beautiful rainy morning in San Francisco. The kind that leaves tiny glistening drops on your hair. The kind that has high rises disappear midway. The kind when all you want to do is sit across the window of a moving train, sip milk tea and watch the raindrops slash across the glass and drop off, like transparent fireworks.

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