Standing in the Rain
He stood there, unwavering.
When the rain began, he did not falter. His clothes and hair became soaked, but he hardly noticed. It probably would eventually lead to the onset of a cold, but that wasn’t an important thing at all. At this point, hardly anything mattered to him. There was only one thing on his mind.
Patience was a virtue he luckily possessed, because the wait seemed to last forever. The rain ceased, then started again. Thunder cracked around him, but the noise never made him jump.
Finally, the door to the house he had been staring at opened.
He could have rushed after him, but chose not to. It was better to make him come to him.
And rather foolishly, the man did just that.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time,” he said to the man before connecting with a right hand that sent him onto the muddy lawn below.
The look of fear in the man’s eyes told him the lesson to not mess with his wife had been learned.
And yet he still didn’t relent.