With her hood up, and a book in her hands
she patiently waited for the bus
on one of those cold rainy mornings.
The sound of rain on the pavement.
High beam, at a distance.
A bus was approaching.
She swung her backpack over her shoulders,
stood up and flagged for the bus.
The bus was approaching the bus stop,
but it didn't seem to slow down.
She flagged again, hoping it'll see her behind the rain and mist.
The bus went straight pass her.
Splashing water on her; drenching her.
She sighed, looking down at her soaked clothing.
She turned around and walked back to her seat.
She placed her backpack beside her
and flipped open her book to read.
It was nothing out of the norm.
Nothing unusual.
A routine.
Her day has begun.