He waited near the Banyan tree.
He waited for the rain to stop.
He knew it shouldn’t matter now.
And yet he waited for the sun.
It rained like it had not in weeks.
It rained for hours and hours and hours.
And hours and hours and hours he stood,
Awaiting sunshine on his face.
It dusked on him that night had come.
And night was not the time to go.
He stepped into the falling rain
And umbrellaed the coils of rope.