Rain, waterfalls crashing on the pavement, on the people hurrying along with their tails between their legs. His hat was soaked, rain poured down his neck, and water drenched socks from all sides because of the tears in his shoes.
His stomach growled, limbs felt weaker than a few weeks ago, then yesterday, bones and muscles all worn out far before their time.
He didn’t like the face he saw in the mirror than morning, no more than the past few months. Eyes small, set deep, bags beneath them that hung a little lower every day, and lips that had long forgotten how to smile.
Today would bring nothing different from any other day.