Raining Orchestra

Rain. What a cancerous sight.

The Conductor didn't mean to think about it. Of course he tried his best to stay positive on this heavily rainy day, but holding his anger was like tying a wild dog to a pole: it would always try to break free and go on about.

Today was the day of the local college orchestra, performing for a charity cause, but the rain had to come and delay it for a few weeks in time. Not just that, but the Conductor had heard about the news, about weird and freaky things happening in the country, Storm Falls, USA and most likely the world itself.

All allegedly because of some thing called Nimble. A figure of weirdness, or a weird force, some say around his neighborhood. People were afraid. Fear has always been a normal thing for people to endure, but this kind of fear? Fear of a possibly out of this world being that is the source of weird things happening?

He had to see it to believe it, but whether or not Nimble existed wasn't the concern now: it was what to do on a rainy day. Going out isn't really an option even with an umbrella. A combination between rain and traffic jam would be worse, cause all of the noise available in the street would be increased thanks to the downpour.

When the Conductor was a kid, he would sit next to the window when it was raining, and he would move his finger across the glass, especially if it rained hard and generated fog onto the glass. RIght now, he was doing just that, moving his finger across the glass.

And he became bored.

Perhaps I could practice my arm movement for the orchestra, he said as he stood up and positioned himself. He imagined the bass playrs on the left, the drums at the back, and the trumpet players on the right. The violinists would take the front. He began waving his right hand as the main director of the orchestra, his left hand assisting as support, all while he was humming the song that was he was initially suppose to lead today.

Soon, the song he was humming became louder as if it were playing on a stereo, but his own stereo was off.

Then he saw outside that the clouds were waving swiftly, the rain temporarily stopping.

As he stopped moving his arms, the music stopped and the rain resumed.

He hummed in thought and went back to his position. Like before, he waved his hands, the song he hummed was playing louder beyond his humming, and the weather began to swiftly turn left and right. The ground was slightly shaking. The Conductor looked out the window as he was doing his mock orchestra. Narrowing his eyes he could see the rain drops still falling down. He took a few moments to the right, before to the left and giving a few seconds of playing to the middle. All of the instruments in his mock orchestra were starting to come together, and the rain was starting to distort.

He took a deep breath as well as turn to the right, before turning to the left and exhaling. Through the window, he saw the clouds and the rain launched up and away, now replaced with a sun, shining brightly across the environment including his neighborhood.

He smiled, it wasn't the orchestra he had hope to conduct, but this one was enough, because it generated a weather condition better for him and those around him.