Aoura stared out the window of the bus as it traveled down the street. It hadjust finished raining outside and he was still soaked from the downpour. He got up from his seat and placed his bag at his side. His eyes glazed over as he walked past the bus driver once the vehicle had come to a stop. He looked up at the sky, but then the bus drove off, with his other two bags still on it. His phone vibrated, "Hello! this is Mark Delov with the morning weather!"
The morning weather was the song, 'waiting on the bus in the rain' as it began to rain again. Once the song was over, "And that was the morning weather!" He rolled his eyes at the weather report and it's use of rain. He stared up at the darkened skies and ran a hand under his large floppy hat. At least his hair was alright. He leaned against the bustop pole, waiting on the bus, as it rained.