Story 37
The Person in the Rain
One rainy day, I saw an old man standing still under his umbrella.
I went up to him and asked,
āIs something wrong, sir?ā
He looked at me with concern and said,
āShouldnāt I be asking you that? What are you doing out here without an umbrella?ā
ā¦But the truth is,
I was only letting the rain wash the blood off me.