11 am

at the bus stop near the lake

an old man sits

with a few cans of beer beside him

he blasts Fleetwood Mac

through a crappy speaker

and sings even louder

a couple looks over

they don’t bother hiding their laughter

then cross to the other side

an older woman

slightly embarrassed

looks away

but something in her softens

even the bus driver

at the wheel

doesn’t look over

just waits till it‘s time to leave

i know that song

i start singing too

a woman next to me

hums along quietly

‚thunder only happens when it’s raining‘