its coming.
the storm.

the clouds turning dark,
the sky turning black.
he sees the lightning;
hears the thunder.

a raindrop,
on the palm of his hand.
first one,
then another.

a drop on his sleeve,
his shirt,
his hat.

all starts coming at once,
his vision turns grey from the rain.

find some shelter,
run,
walk,
slippery floor hindering his footsteps.

sit down on a flight of stairs,
sheltered from the rain.

squeezes his shirt,
flicks his hair.

stare blankly at the skies,
thinking.


and then,
finally,
the clouds clear.
he stands up,
wearing his hat.

looks above,
and sees a giant rainbow.