The emptiest halls, grayed and lacking color
The unheard silence mixed with the intermittent,
Organic sound of rain finding its final surface
In endless crescendos of patters and snaps.
The digital ring, audible even beyond the lining of the white halls pierced the patters.
However, it found no chance to be heard.
The ringing ceased, and from that welcome silence came an inhuman voice,
Requesting the caller wait for the tone
“Hey, it’s me… Kate”.
Patters continued on the nearby glass while their remnants ran down in unplanned paths.
“I think I might be a bit late,”
The drops caught grunge and clung to these bits on its descent
“It’s nothing, really”
The water streaked down to ground, saturating the soil.
“I’ll be home soon.”