It was cold and it was pouring rain. Early hours of the second month, it never usually rained that much in this place of the earth. Yet he was treading slowly across the uneven pavement, mindlessly avoiding the little lakes of muddy water the rain was creating. He had no umbrella over his head like most people in the street did. His hair was dripping liquid pieces of sky, while his eyes were fixed on where his feet were stepping. His eyes would break away, once or twice, from the hypnotizing synchronized movements of his feet and would briefly scan the misty horizon and rest eventually for a few minutes on passerbys. It was a long street, mostly occupied by grey-ish miserable shapes of cars with miserable people driving inside of them. They did look so miserable. Every one of them, gazing at nowhere through the windshield, gas, brake, gas, brake. But the thought of those people couldn't hold his attention for long enough. Now he was clearly thinking something else.
Well, not everyone had umbrellas. That guy over there didn't. He had a slender figure and was soaking wet, with folded arms around his oversized coat, somewhat like embracing himself. It seemed as though he was awaiting for something, or someone, even though he did not look that much eager about it as much he looked at great unease. You could tell from his face. One would guess that even if it weren't raining, his face would have had the same expression of silent agony.
As he was just feet away from the most miserable figure of all, he stopped. With an abrupt stir of his head he threw his dripping wet hair back and just stood there. After a minute or so, he reluctuntly took a step forward and was now close enough to the other guy with no umbrella that he could touch him if he wanted to.
" You look so sad"
"I said that you look so sad."
"Why would you feel the need to tell me that?"
"Because I thought you might want to know that you look really sad."
"I do not really care for how I look."
"So you do know that you look sad, but you just don't -
"I am sad. How can a sad man possibly look anything else but just sad?"
"Why aren't you happy?"
"Because. Because its thursday, and It's getting late. Because I am sad."