Rainstorm

Sitting on the bus to Ottawa, listening to music while the people around me read or talk to friends, we drive through Ontario farmlands that stretch out for miles and as the light fades away a heavy mist starts to turn to rain. Suddenly the sky opens up, and fork lightning flashes ahead, and one by one we disengage - I take off my headphones and suddenly we are together in this small vehicle, sheltered and passing cars on the highway, the quiet murmur of people talking to one another and the rain pounding on us from overhead.