A man came in to the store last night.

It was pouring down when he parked his bike out front of the cell phone shop. His eyes were blue and bright, and his hands shook. Perhaps from the cold, maybe something else.

“I-I came in to pay my-pay my bill,” he stuttered as he walked around the store playing with the different devices on display, “but I-I have to wait to get some money.” The man fidgeted with the phones locked in place, but I noticed his red shirt soaked from the rain.

“That’s okay, we’ll be here when you’re ready,” I responded as I accompanied him around the store. He noticed the big home internet box in the center of our display and examined it carefully, as if he had put one together in another life.

“What’s this?” He finally asked.

“That’s our home internet box,” I smiled.

“When I get a house imma get me one of these!” he smiled back, almost giddy at the thought.

I told him I hope he comes to visit the day he does get a home. He smiled and thanked me as we walked together towards the exit, where he carefully mounted his bike again. The rain only knows to water the lilies and to fill the rivers. The rain doesn’t know how to not get homeless people wet.

I invited him to stay with us until it blew over, but he mentioned he had other errands to run as he clumsily rode away.

I hope one day he has a dinner party at his home with everyone that he loves. In the meantime, I will pray that he stays dry from the rain.