The scene at a bus stop

A rather light mood i had while waiting for the bus. I stood at the bus stop, with another Indian sitting there, seemed to be pondering on something. In front of me lies a whole stretch of greenery called the Yunnan Garden. Four people strode along the concrete path, with both hands full of grocery. They must have been just came back from the cold storage. Housewives, loving dad and mum I suppose they are, heading toward their own separate home. Along the long winding road, stood a line of equally separated big trees. Leaves were still, crowded on their own branches. Occasionally, they opened up a few holes to let the wind ran through. As time went by, cool breeze was transformed into stronger wind, like the release of troops from the Black Gate of Mordor in Lord of The Ring. The big branches hold the leaves like a small girl holding her umbrella against the storm, moving forward and backward, totally in control by the storm. A downpour was imminent. I left upon the screeching sound of the bus that came to a halt in front my me. Pray for the four people to reach their home safely before the rain.