Ekstedt's short poem watches a group of people standing at a bus stop in heavy rain. We never hear their names or stories. They are just "figures," and that word choice matters: the people have already lost some of their individuality before the poem even begins.
The speaker doesn't say how they feel about the scene, but they observe it with a cold, steady eye. The rain is "merciless," as if it were deliberately cruel, and the people respond by shivering, huddling and saying nothing. Their faces show no feeling. They long for "deliverance," a surprisingly large word for something as ordinary as a bus arriving, which hints that they want more than shelter.
The final line, "waiting to disappear," is the most unsettling. It could mean simply leaving on the bus, or it could suggest something bleaker, a wish to vanish altogether. The mood is bleak, quiet and weary, and the lack of punctuation makes the lines feel like they are drifting.