Original writing. The stores of the market are packed together; people are pushing between each other. Each store selling something different from their neighbours.

I walk along silently; bemused by the sea of faces that stare at me they are all different, their colours could make quite a canvas. I amble towards a store selling fruit, oranges and bananas slightly bruised by their hazardous journey on the road. Some fruit lies scattered upon the ground revealing the soft fruit within that is now ruined. Fruit that has lost its healthy sheen become like a bad tooth about to be extracted. Brown spots mottle the apples and at that moment I began to draw a mental picture of a person with skin problems, the skin red and tender. I shook my head to rid myself of such thoughts and hurriedly bought some of the fruit in case of another burst of over imagination.

The day was turning quite chilly the clouds overcast threatening to drop their burden and let the heavens pour. People were rushing about trying to get everything they wanted before the first outbursts. Awnings were going up everywhere blocking out what little sun there was. The first rain fell and ten minutes later the floor had turned into a soup of dirt with pieces of cabbage floating on the top like wreckage from a ship at sea. The market buzz grew louder, faster more determined as people left the market or hurried to get out of the rain. Some took shelter from the incessant rain hoping that it would soon ease and they would only get slightly wet as opposed to totally drenched.  The market became silent as silent as a market could possibly become as the venders stopped their constant bawling and hunched their shoulders to wait out the storm.  The rain began to slow and people began to emerge from their hiding places like badgers from their dens when danger has passed. The air was filled with an earthy smell, with another disguised underneath its sharp smell.  Everything was soggy and the food had droplets running down them.  The rain was covering up the horrible smell that had previously filled my nostrils with something different; I could not distinguish many of the smells as they had all become mixed up and turned in to another entity. The sun was also peaking out of its hiding place the slightest rays shining through; trying to warm the earth that is shivering after its recent shower. The sun was bringing everything back to life it filled the venders with the will to speak again and brought the crowds once more so that the cycle can continue and the life of the market carries on.