By daily 
In the downpour of a dreary afternoon, a small dog huddled under a soggy cardboard box on the cold city street. Abandoned and alone, his fur clung to his shivering body as the rain pelted down relentlessly. The street, usually bustling with activity, seemed empty and indifferent to his plight.
With each passing car, the dog’s weary eyes searched for a sign of compassion. His tail, once lively, lay motionless against the wet pavement. Despite the harsh elements and the ache of hunger, he held onto a fragile hope that someone would see him, that someone would offer a sheltering hand or a warm embrace.
As the rain continued to fall, the dog’s hope did not wane. He waited, hoping for a passerby to notice him, to rescue him from the cold and the loneliness. His soggy form was a testament to his resilience, a silent plea for kindness amidst the storm.