Rush Hour Buckets of water falling rapidly from the heavens Clusters of people exiting like swarms of bees Clock tick tick ticking Must be home in time Agitated drivers in their vehicles Pounding horns like buzzers in a game show Cursing and shouting, beeping and screaming Must be home in time Stress builds up like the foundations of a house Frustration has reached its summit Moans and groans of the greedy stomach are persistant Must be home in time Crawl into the driveway Keys clink and unlatch the doorway Sweet smells greet you with open arms Ahh finally I'm home on time
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