Through it all

All day it looked like it would start to rain any moment, but it didn't,
He has been out all day, hoping for it to rain, for he was burning inside.
It didn't rain.He stopped at the pedestrian walk way as he spotted a coffee shop.
His steps moved towards the coffee shop, as his hand went to his pocket to get
out some change.
That's when his fingers touched a folded paper kept in his pocket and he started to
burn inside all over again. he stopped, stared and then moved away.
The roads were filled with people, Friday night revelers they all.And he walked.
He walked past the play school,He walked past the theater. He walked past the
church, the lake and the hospital.. . he walked till he was in the heart of the city.
He heard people talking about how rainy it seems, he saw young couples holding
hands walking.He saw the flower shop,and the baker, and the jeweler's display
window. He once wanted to come to all these places. He sat on a bench near the
fountain, the one that had a mural of a couple riding on a Chariot.He sat there and
did just that, as people walked by, surprised to see this young man siting out in the
freezing cold without a coat.
He wiped the drop or sweat forming on his forehead, jumped on his feat and with
definitive steps walked to the nearest phone both.He had come to the busiest place
in the city , so that the noises around him would drown the emotions in his voice.
He took out the folded piece of paper and dialed the number written on it.With great
effort he spoke. And with even greater difficulty he heard her her speak...
with soft hands he kept the phone down and walked straight to his home.
Once inside he went straight to bed, and as he buried his face in the pillow,
it started to rain...