Rain

1. On a night late in August he lies with his arms crossed behind his head in bed. Eyes wide open, thinking of nothing and thinking of everything. The open window lets the cool wind sweep across him, it is too cold but this way he can hear the rain as it falls softly outside.


2. She stumbles. Cursing, she pauses and slips of the stilettos. Her toes flex on the wet concrete in thanks. She checks her phone again, the bright screen penetrates the darkness- no messages. Running her hand through her matted hair she begins to feel herself give up.


3.She leaves work tired but content. A smile appears on her face as she remembers their joke. She stops to look at the way the rain falls under the reflection of the yellow street light. A phrase her Grandmother once told her presents itself: There is beauty in everything if you look hard enough.