An Act of Opportunity

No ill conceived desire, just simple curiosity gone awry
And an almost deserted bus shelter
But for lone female and dripping drops of pearlescent rain made so by grimy perspex windows.

Not wishing to hurt or instil fear and later take un-named blame for acts determined by fate (and those blessed rain drops in themselves part of the indeliberate action)

Never having delved into the mind before now and looming greater than the buses ominous by their absence.

Stupid idea, plan of folly and now she lay in her own raindrops.
All because of a misplaced umbrella and coins enough to coincide with a single fare home.