Let It Rain

I wasn't particularly concerned about the dark clouds,
because I always bring an umbrella with me.
I was already seated comfortably in the bus
before any rain fell.

Rain fell.

We passed by a man walking along the side of the flyover
with nothing to keep the still-scarce drops from hitting his dress shirt,
and yet, unhurried,
because (or so I suspected) there was no shelter in immediate sight anyway.

I glimpsed a small smile on his expression,
as though he was finding humor
in the harmless misfortune.

I thought, then,
that the only time I'd ever believe in love at first sight
it would be for the capacity to laugh at life like this.


Jurong East Central, +/- 11 a.m.