Storm Drain

I walk past this drain as I enter and leave work. Today, if anyone spied me pointing my phone down at it as I peered inside, they would probably conclude I truly needed summer break to come very soon. How could they guess today's theme was "rusty abstract?" Or know I still possessed the presence of mind to zip my car keys up in my pocket before hovering over the edge?

Then again, considering the absurd pleasure I took from the echoes of the hooting noises I was making reverberating up out of the depths, and the way I was carefully dripping water from my canteen as I gazed intently downward, maybe they wouldn't have been far wrong.