I wrote this poem while sitting on the bench of a bus stop in London observing my surrounding and trying to describe some of the things that catched my eye or I could sense in people. 
I hear rumors of cars
driving incessantly on the roads of London
like in a race against time.
It's mid August,
but I can still feel the presence of the breeze
caressing me gently.
The dark and grey clouds are still reigning upon us
I can smell the oncoming rain ...
Strangers are waiting for the bus,
all having a prefixed destination,
all going in the same direction,
like when streams from different parts
gather at the same point
but then again separate.
Two women sitting on the bench under that imposing tree,
gossiping, laughing and joking,
indifferent to the entire storm that surrounds them.
I see people walking ...
They seem so secure of themselves...
Hostile, indifferent,
most of all absorbed with their thoughts;
yet they are lowering their gaze
as soon as my eyes meet theirs.
Even so who am I to judge?!
The sky has finally started to cry,
tiny teardrops falling on my skin,
the Earth is getting purified.
That sense of chaos has disappeared,
the sound of nature is prevailing
in those few moments.
What a sense of peace …
What a sense of freedom …
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I love this poem, especially the way you've described normal things so perfectly that they're memorable. I can also picture these things in my mind because I've seen them, too.
The only way I can think to improve this is to maybe not use such dramatic ways of proving your point. (i.e. the way you capitalized chaos and the ?! at the end of one sentence.)
I know I wasn't much help, but hopefully just a little?
I like this poem, it seems so... not peaceful, exactly, but I can't think of the right word to describe it.
"It's" or "It is".
I really like this part and how you say "the sky has finally started to cry".
Where you put "CHAOS" in all capital letters I assume that's for emphasis, but I think just putting it normally in lowercase would be better. Also, the ending is good, but I think you don't have to have the "..." after both of the ending lines, so maybe just put "..." after "peace".
Great work!