When it Storms

Sometimes when he heard the rain start falling he would walk out into the night. He would walk until the wind picked up and the rain was falling horizontally. He waited until the most intense moment in the storm. At which point he would look up.

He didn't know why he had to do this. He didn't know why he forced himself to stand against the storm without the protections that everyone else fled to. And he didn't know what he was looking for in the sky at that moment.

The storm would subside, the wind would slow, and the rain would become just a trickle from the sky. He felt two things. He had stood through the storm without being swept away and felt satisfied, but he had still not found anything in that sky and felt disappointed. But perhaps it was the other way around.