I walked under the shelter but was still drenched. Cold.
I saw a Javan Myna stuck in the drain lying on its back, trying very hard to free itself. Huge rain drops were falling hard on its little body and injured wing. I couldn't reach the bird. Even if i could, i may not have dared to pull it up with my bare hands. I stood and stared for a short while. It probably died already. Sad.