The Rainy Day It has begun to rain. I wanted there to be any troubles when I'd come home, so I cut my way short. There was a traffic light on the crossroad, so I wasted some time wait (or waiting). As I was standing there I saw a man running out a shop. He disappeared in the rain. My wife wanted me home by eight, so that I hadn't any time to think about this man. Was he seen to go out besides me? I don't know. I crossed some streets and stopped for a moment apposite a building. It was an old factory I've never seen it work. I stepped on the road to cross it, but jumped back at once because I heard a car's roaring in the dark. The car flew by me without ease its rice. When I got home at least I found it locked. I knocked at the door. I heard my knocking echoed. I used to waiting like this, but tonight she didn't come down to open the door (or the door open). I have been waiting for half an hour before it struck me that to day was Sunday, and she was in the theater with her friend Julia. I looked at my watch. It was nearly eight o'clock. I sat down on the steps of the porch and lost in thought. I didn't notice time pass and when the headlight me I thought: “Who's that?” But when I smiled and come to met my wife. She kissed me warmly and asked me why I was out. I explained her clear and she began to laugh. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “I've told you that I left the key under the carpet, don't remember?” I recalled at once our call conversation, and we both laughing come home in.