A little sunshine in the rain.

Such a nice weather,

that was the last thing I had thought before I stepped into the streets.

I turned my face toward the ground

and like many others I ran and crossed the street hardly looking.

People were putting up umbrellas

and stood huddled together at the busstops,

all trying to shelter themselves from the rain.

My jeans was sticking to my legs and like many others I felt cold and wet.

Buckets seemed to fall from the sky.

I knew there are worse things,

and I knew I wouldn't die,

but still like many others I was horrified.

All the buses were late, but in 15 minutes or so my buss finally arrived.

A young girl was also waiting, holding a buggy with a plastic cover.

I looked through the plastic cover and saw a relatively big head, with a little bit of hair and thick, round, pink, cheeks.

I was guessing it was a girl, by the color of the buggy, pink.

The girl stared into the world with her big round eyes,

and she looked entertained by the smallest things,

and seemed to the see the wonder in the raindrops that fell on the plastic cover,

reached out and played with them with her little fingers.

We got into the bus and her mother lifted the cover,

and immediately she reached out with her little hand,

her fingers touching everything around her.

She started clapping her hands and all by herself, without making any sounds, she smiled 

and she played.

A man was about to step out of the bus,

but stopped,

looked at the little girl and smiled at her,

and with her little hand she waved.

He stepped into the rain,

And without a worry in the world,

she played.

Her mother,

a blond girl with long hair, my size and my age I estimate,looked out the window,

Than looked back at her little girl in the pink buggy,

Making sure she was ok.

The little girl looked around her, amazed,

and must have thought all kinds of things with her little developing mind.

She played.

Next stop, my stop.

I got out of the bus and walked the last 200 meters to my house through the pouring rain,

cats and dogs, was all I thought.

The trees did no longer offer shelter.

My shoes had soon turned into little foot-bath tubs,

filled with mud.

I smiled.

The little sunshine in the bus,

had dozed off into her little dreams.
as I stepped out in the rain,
with a little bit of her sunshine in my pocket.