As I walk into my favorite deli I immediately look for a seat next to a window.
It's cloudy and misting a little outside, but something about those gray clouds call to me.
I notice the line to order is rather long, so I stand in line and look around.
I see many faces.
Faces that, strangely, all look the same.
I listen to some of their conversations some are talking about work, others about their day. A mother coaches her daughter to eat more of her sandwich. Two men talk about their church politics. And, two women gossip about their love lives.
I wonder where they all came from. What brought them to my favorite place? What had they done before coming here? What will they do after they leave?
As I sit next to my window, I have a full view of the door. People coming. People going.
My food arrives. I am distracted.
The rain changes from a drizzle to bigger and harder rain drops.
I never knew rain could be so mesmerizing. I watch it as it hits the sidewalk, the cars parked outside and the people running to the safety of my deli.
An older couple comes through the door. He opens the door for his wife, and as he pauses so does she. He lingers at the door patiently waiting for another lady running through the rain.
He made me smile.
The door opens again for a group leaving. Though the rain has changed back to a drizzle, the thunder rolls and almost sounds frightening.
Darker clouds move in. I know those bigger and harder rain drops will soon follow. Now is the time for me to walk out the door to avoid running across the parking lot getting pounded by the rain. Heaven knows I'd probably bust my arse anyway.
Until then, my favorite deli shop.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's learning to dance in the rain."