Rainfall and Dark Days

He watched as streaks of lightning coloured the darkening evening sky. It is the end of the week for many. Joyful thoughts of work-less couple of days, in the sunshine, prancing amongst the spring flowers, if it doesn’t rain. It is April after all. Cars streaming out of buildings, building up into a crescendo at the main thoroughfares of the city. The bottleneck worsened by the torrential rain, slowing down drivers. With umbrellas in hand, streams of people enter the trains too but no one at the bus stands, stranded in their buildings. Another week, into and out of the cycle they call work.

He stood watching the rainfall smashing against the window almost horizontally. And he walks back to the desk, playing in his mind the approach to something that has taken much of his time.

A choice he had made, a choice he is holding on to.