The Awakened One

I just miss the bus and curse, losing my patience in the rain. Pulling my collar up I walk to try and soothe my temper. An old man passes safe and dry underneath a wide umbrella.Not a single drop marks his suit while I am soaked right through.

He carries slowly on down the road, while I make a mad dash for cover. He looks across at me and smiles. I glare at him, and still he smiles.I swear at him, but still he smiles. I give up and smile, he starts to laugh.  “Good,” he says,   “Now, don’t forget,” pointing up at the umbrella,

  “Be prepared and stay aware, you never know when it’s going to rain.”