23:47PM
Godot pulled the folds of his jacket into each other, hugging himself tight against the rain. Torrents of aqua streamed between Godot's fringe and down his face as he curled his neck deep into his chest to keep his vision from blurring. He hurried along the darkened backstreets of Akihabara to stand for a moment beneath the relatively dry shelter of the intercity railway tracks. The drone of the constant rainfall continued around him as Godot released himself from the cocoon of his jacket and began searching through the sodden cavities of his belongings for something to smoke.
The neon lighting from Akihabara's late night displays bled into the pluvious grounds of the city, shimmering as constant downpour distorted their reflected image. Towards the main strip a river of umbrellas fluctuated in and out of pachinko parlours and resteraunts, as people hurried between drier places to be.
The flint failed on Godot's lighter and he spat the damp cigarette from his mouth into a recycling bin marked for PET bottles only, he returned the ineffective lighter to an inside pocket of his black coat and leaned up against the nearest wall. The sound of a passing JR line train shook through the white noise of the rain and caused him to turn his gaze upwards to the rust imbued water that dripped between the tracks over head. Godot felt numb, having no money in Japan was debilitating. He wandered out from the shelter of the railway and ambled on down the darkened streets.
03:34AM
Godot swept his feet
Dampened spirits flew to meet
His aqueous dream
05:22AM
Godot let himself in quietly, the house was dark save for the dim glow of a microwave clock emanating from the kitchen. He carefully removed his damp does and sodden jacket before stepping anxiously into the corridor. She was asleep.
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