Benjamin NambuWhile it rained
It was raining heavily. I sat on the floor, my back against the bed, staring through the open window at the palm fronds swaying in the strong winds. The room still had a bit of the afternoon warmth, which was yet to give way to the cold outside. I thought of my flatmate who was returning from a journey. He certainly will be caught in the rain, beaten and drained of every joy that propelled him on his adventure.
