Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Rain, Rain

Wherever he went, it rained. It became somewhat incongruous when all around him the city was lit in bright sunlight while he slouched along in his own personal gloom. His hair was always soaked. His shoes squished when he walked. Even inside a building, the light dimmed as the cloud waited outside like a lost puppy.

The girl at the counter placed his burger platter in front of him. “Was she beautiful?” she asked.

He looked at her in startlement. “She is beautiful,” he said, pointing to the delicate raindrops that traced his name down the outside of the window.

1 comment:

r2d2y said...

that reminds me of the 'rain god' guy in that book from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series...