Night Rain

Late on a Friday night, a Boy is in his apartment. He starts to cut into the remnants of a cardboard cereal box with an X-acto Knife. Thunder rolls in and the sound of rain pattering against the window fills the room. He puts down his knife. The Boy doesn't feel tired, but he can tell that since it is around 2:30 in the morning he is a touch slothish. He walks through the front door and steps out from the protection of the stairs that lead to the Apartment above.

He felt the Rain fall hard on his shoulders and head. The light coming from the Indian Gas Station across the street made the ground glisten. The Boy marked the difference between the rain falling through his hair and the rain that fell directly onto his high forehead. The residents of the apartment next to his are at this time moving out to beat the impending move-out deadline set by their landlord. Truthfully, that is why The Boy is up so late. He is stealing the last fleeting hours before he leaves town. He sends a small nod to the neighbors and then turns and, lifting his arms, surrenders his mind to the droplets.

I hope someone---somewhere is kissing in this rain. The opportunity is so rare. . . Especially in this Desert. Either it is a Desert of Climate or one of Romance, but in anycase, I prey that someone is kissing someone else in this torrent.

As the tempest receeded into something that resembled more of a drizzle The Boy returned to his apartment, put a film on for background noise and got back to work on his stencil.