Things are not always what they seem

The rain is falling from the sky, if you look up the droplets look like thin needles aiming directly at the Earth. When they finally collide with the ground it’s as if the needle shatters into a million pieces that litter the ground with spots of water. The grey concrete begins to become damp with each drop forming larger and larger puddles. As he walks the sound changes to soft thuds against the wet floor, water sprays up from each step he takes. He is pacing around a pole that offers no protection from the weather. The rain can be seen either beading off his hair or seeping into the strand matting it to his skin. Drops land on his nose and roll off the tip where they quickly find their way to the puddle below.  The wind is rustling the trees around him as he stops his pacing and waits patiently. Suddenly a door to a nearby building opens and a woman can be found holding a coat tightly to her self. She runs to the pole where he can be found waiting. “Hi there buddy” she coos, “I didn’t think you would get stuck in the rain.”  And then suddenly she bends down to unlatch the leash that holds the loyal and patient dog to the pole outside the bank she had run into moments before.