Concentrating on the Job at Hand

Sunday morning at the train station.

“. . . has been canceled due to mechanical failure.”

“That’s right. Nothing’s moving. There’s no way I’ll get there on time. So, have fun without me.”

“Just my luck! Everyone else gets to enjoy the theme park and I’m stuck on this stupid platform.”

Pitter patter.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat. “Ugh, unbelievable.”

“At least I got a seat. It’s really bucketing down out there.”

“And of course I don’t have an umbrella. Wait, let’s check the weather forecast.”

“Perfect. Now my battery’s dead.”

“Sigh. I guess I’ll do my assigned reading then. I hope I don’t fall asleep.”

Noriko starts reading.

The sound of rain. . .

. . . drowns everything out.

Whoosh. “Keeeee.”

“Caw, caw, caw, caw, caw.”

Whooosh. Swooosh.

“Ahhhhh!”

. . .

A sudden light falls on Noriko’s book.

“Ah. . .”

“A rainbow.”