The end of the last working day of the week. It's raining. The raindrops fall tremendously all around me, in a hurry, and my friend... seems to be late. As usual. People are rushing here and there, trying to take shelter wherever possible, as in a late struggle for survival.
I delude myself, however, that it is a suitable time for a meeting with an old friend. Even if he has the bad habit of always being late!
I do not wait any longer and I go inside (I'm tired to useless treat my excess of punctuality).