Not clouds, umbrellas shaded the pavement.
Still a charming day; nothing wet.
The sky seemed so low that it gave uniform plume of raindrops – are they even falling? – just a friendly sense of humidity everywhere.
That is the first few lines.
Stubborn, I am starting a story between you and me – indeed, I wish things are all right.
It’s 1 am, and I will go back to add more.
Before that, please feel free to read my 20-min quickie doggerel: