the sign

As I walked down the road
I began to recall all the things that went wrong with my life
The failed relationships, the messed up career and the empty bank account
I was the guy with no friends, the loner
I decided to talk to the universe
To question the decider of faith.
Why was my life in such a mess?
Telling him I needed a break
Telling him I was really trying hard to see the silver lining
Begging him to give me a sign that everything was going to be okay
Just then the sky began to pour down rain
every drop of rain sank into my hair and ran through my scalp
I forgot about all my problems
And began to think about a funny TV series
As ran from the beating of the rain
But still my problem didn’t go away
But at that moment I wasn’t worrying about them anymore.
Could this be the sign?

Banji Coker