I escaped traffic's swarm.
I'm scared to drive to school alone
But this is what I wanted.
In the wake of the storm,
Silver bullets plummet, drop from
The edges of school awnings.

When minivans' roars overwhelm me
I challenge myself:
Don't hit a single drop.
The beads seem to fall chaotically,
But when you listen,
They click like unsynced clocks.

I don't slow down;
I walk towards the path
Where bombardment nears my eyes.
I know this now:
The safe place to be
Is where danger just passed by.