The Man's Nature

Many droplets were hitting the glass, The man behind it was waiting for the Sun. "What's the fuss?", he exclaimed. And, as many others, the man let the time pass. Tons of hours had gone, the cry continued. And, as many are gone, the man had disappeared. In this town lived crowds like that man, All were longing for the cry's end. Although, nobody had done a thing, And that was their finish.