Rain comes down like darts at dusk.
The sidewalks are slightly glistening since the street lights
that have just turned on

There is a Cafe Restaurant with outdoor seating across the street.
It is closed and no one is there.
No one is walking anywhere in the streets.

A man wearing a long black raincoat
emerges from a nearby alley behind the restaurant.
He walks hurriedly after taking a sharp turn
making a path in front of the outdoor seating of the Cafe.

There is a guitar case over one shoulder.
His hand lifts up diagonally across his body to hold it in place.
He speeds up as the rain starts coming down harder
at a diagonal angle.

When the man had sharply turned he had made a spatial misjudgment
making him bump into some of the tables of the restaurant.

The chairs and tables are still chained together
and the rattle of the chains are loud and alarming.

With both hands he shoves a table out of his way,
which makes him loose his footing as he awkwardly stumbles.

He quickly rights himself and resumes walking.

He pulls his guitar to the front of his body, hunches over it and shields it from the rain.

He keeps his head down and makes a strait line for Main Street ahead.

He becomes one big dark shape as he moves further away.

His silhouette is like that of a large walking Waterbug.

He disappears around the corner.