Rain

The skies went dark and then black and rain slipped down all across dripping about a red bike that was parked on the other side of the street. There were birds that sat perched together above in the trees, and those trees had partially protected the leafs and debris below. A man stopped and gazed at the pavement. He seemed to be thinking and after some time he turned around. Under his umbrella he had shaded himself from the commotion that ran about outside and his eyes had welled up in tears. Or was it the rain? But by now the rain had begun to thunder and the wind roared and the leaves that used to be on the ground soared and now a part of the mayhem he placed himself on the bike and road away back down the street and into the moody grey.