Heavy

It was December fifth. The winter season in its peak and the end of a year. At night, the rain was falling heavily, it was heavy to the point that one can hear the continues rain banging on the roof of the house. He was sitting on a chair. Looking through the window at the empty streets, just like everybody in the town that night. A guy on a bicycle was passing by, wearing a hat that looks like a Chinese hat. He seemed to not be prepared for the rain. Or, he was just going back from work and that all he had to cover his head. It has been half an hour since he started looking outside. He could not enjoy the rain, or the beauty of the wet streets anymore. He was just looking back at this old house. He was thinking about their worries. If they had enough sheets to keep them warm. If their roof was well built, or if it was leaking. Ironically, he got that right. Their roof was leaking and at that same moment, their father was trying to make a temporary fix with no use. But, the heavy rain was not something that he was worried about. What was heavy for him at that moment was that, he may give all he has got and still fall short in making a decent living for his family.