Everyone laughed at the man who carried an umbrella everywhere he went in the middle of a severe drought. He should’ve been flayed for such a sour joke The village grumbled Until one day, the sky opened and great sheets of rain swallowed the trees and filled the buckets The point of the story is not the rain, After all it’s ridiculous to have such unshakeable conviction in the unpredictable even if everyone laughs at you To stand in the centre of the road and witness the world run in panic like headless chickens All the while your face dry under one bright umbrella