The clouds pass by as you sit by the river bank, the sun now shining on the water.
You shake the last of the rain from your cap, placing it back onto your head, still dry and warm. Your coat hangs from the branch of the willow behind you, ready for when the rain rolls by again. Casting the line out onto the water, you watch the rain swelled waters stream on by. The wind, gentler than it was earlier, rustles through the reeds. You sit and wait for a fish that may or may not come, as time passes by.