Raindrops

Shoptomi

He stared listlessly at the slow, crawling raindrops. They were slipping over the surface of the glass, falling silently to the sill. Pat, patter, came more drops. A momentary circle of water on the glass, then a small round drop as the shape tightened. Then the journey to the window-sill began. Some of the drops didn’t make it, while others joined bigger drops on their way, or entered their fresh trail with a sideways glance to make sure no one noticed them cheating. All against a background of a heavy sky; grey, white, and a sad blue. Layer upon layer piling over one another from the northern sky up to the zenith then down the dome to the other side. The glass panel was huge. But now it looked bigger, with the sky in it.

‘Hey, come on! You want us to miss your order?’

He turned around. Someone was standing in front of the yellow door of that expensive food joint.

He looked once more at the big beautiful window to the rainy day, then turned and started to walk towards the door, where the artificial light and costly cold air was waiting for him.

1Life.

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