Moments.

There were sudden sounds of roars, up in the sky. The hot aftetnoon suddenly became all too cloudy and the brightly lit environment darkened up enough to become spotlessly beautiful. There were more roars of thunder and the situation only got exciting with time. There went a flash of lightning and he had goosebumps all over his body. He heard the mild sounds of trickling rain drops which were first shy to come out of the clouds but soon got enthusiastic.

It started pouring, heavily, suddenly. He almost couldn't believe it. He got up, exited his apartment and bolted his way to the rooftop. It was absolutely pouring out. With a lot of excitement, a little bit of good nerves and overflowing joy, he entered the bare rooftop. And soon enough, he got drenched. The unforgiving chillness of the powerful wind blowed through him and he rejoiced every second of it. Every rain drop that slithered it's way from his forehead through his face is a raindrop that he enjoyed thoroughly. He wanted to run around, he tried to, but understood that it would be a little risky to do it. He did try to slowly glide.

It all started to slow down. He could feel the heaviness of the rain being reduced and he could feel that it was all coming to a halt. The clouds separated allowing the light from the sun to tear through them. Before he knew it, it started to become hot again. And there he could find the mild rainbow.