'this rainy wet road...
i just love it...'
he thought
As by the headlights
Of cars...so many...
Motorcycles a few hundreds...
Various hues and designs were continuously being sketched
On the wet shiny canvas
Of the road...
The varied taillights
They too added...
Pyroart...
White...
Silvery...
Different patterns of red...
Laser beam like they sketched...
Drawings...figures...changing...
Appearing...
On the road...
And those big five or seven stands...
High up...
Like steel sculptures
Miniature Sun like shone...
Bright...
Giving a yellow wholesome idea
With orange and saffron
Over a whole area...
A radius...
Of only Light...
he going slow
On the road
On the move
Watched the show
Of magical lightbeams...
And by the drizzle
The beams got more of shine...
As if dirtless... Dustless air
They needed the most...
For their shine
To evolve utmost...
As if the breezy evening
Was their suited companion
To help people like him to see pyro signs...
On the road...
A wet drizzling breezy evening...
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