Standing in a doorway, watching the clouds break and waiting for the downpour.

I watched the people run from train to tram, from tram to bus, panicking for the risk of getting wet. I smiled as they rushed, laughed, shrieked and jumped onto platforms, checking themselves to see how wet they got.

It's only rain.
And it was brief.
Five minutes, at a stretch.

But I watched, and the rain came down harder, until it was done. And then, it was done.