when the sky crackles, splits and roars with the obvious threat and the wind blows dead leaves onward to join the uproar. and the sun is pushed into oblivion and the world gets a sinister color to it. when you are wondering how much longer will that last bit of bright sky manage to fight through, you see that unexpected rain makes people run. run, was what that fat girl/woman was doing even though it looked like blobs of flesh bouncing up and down. and that cyclist raced through like he was being chased. suddenly everyone is hurrying all around, while i smile in response to a 'dude, ready for the rain?' somewhere close to me. rain makes me feel young sometimes...