She ran across the street, stepping into a puddle that had nowhere to go,
her jeans had already absorbed all the water they could.
She slammed her fist onto a car hood that decided to stop at the last moment,
yelling obscenities at the driver as another from the other direction sped past, flinging mud.
Her phone battery had drained, but luckily, she didn’t have to worry about any change falling from her pockets, because she had none.  
She missed breakfast and lunch, she woke up late after a long night,
now stuck behind people heading down into the subway,
having to weave through the crowd down multiple flights of stairs.
She hopped the turnstiles, making sure to look left and right,
then squeezed onto a packed train, slippery from the rain.
She had a frown on her face the entire ride, dreading the last stretch of running when she finally arrives. She walked up the driveway with a shrug and a sigh, opening her mouth to apologise.

 Her friends just nodded, and even laughed a little,
Shaking their heads, and biting their tongues, they came over to help wring out her shirt and hair.
They said they understood, that at least she was there.
The beautiful scenes would never compare to the complex personalities she’d meet,
she’d never accept a trade for the skyline of Olympus, even if it meant getting rid of the trash in the New York City streets.  
But she’d miss Olympus from time to time,
having never gone home to give a reason why.
She’d have nightmares, waking up in her lonely chamber;
but now she had friends, loved ones that claimed her.