Him

And there He stood, alone in the rain. He looked left, and He looked right. He seemed to see what He was looking for, because He suddenly turned and trudged on down the street, his sodden sneakers squelching in the puddles. It wasn't long before He came to a halt again, in front of an old bus shelter. He did not immediately take cover from the rain, but stared at the worn frame of plastic and aluminum. Finally He shuffled forward and took a seat beneath the faded canopy. For a long time He sat and watched as the rain swept in waves down that lonely street. Unseen and unheard by anyone, he hummed a sad, slow tune to himself. As slowly as He had sat down, He got to his feet. He looked to the horizon where the sun was just beginning to emerge from the cloud cover, just in time to slip out of sight again. He turned and trudged back the way he came. As He walked, He began to sing the same sad song from before. It was a beautiful song. No one saw Him, no one heard him, no one noticed as he made his way back to wherever it was that He had come from. No one ever noticed.