Losting my feelings

The surroundings are noisy as I make my way home, umbrella in hand, I hurry to shore up the potholed road as the children run.

The rain is getting stronger but the people here don't care about the approaching typhoon.

They continue to rush down the road.

Most of the ones I see are gambling on one side, on the other side drinking while singing.

In other words, it's like a fiesta here where I live.

I closed the umbrella before going home. But what appeared to me again was the mother holding a card.