The Unexpected

feeling that s/he could write a script that would play out the events of the coming weekend before they even occurred, feeling that each & every moment would be so typical, so routine, that it might be better to sleep the whole thing through (sleep with a chance of interesting & possibly maybe even exciting dreams), feeling that this is how it has been for quite some time & this is how it will be until that last breath & then, the sweet unexpected pitter patter of water droplets quickly hitting a flat surface woke him/her from her/his slumber, so that when s/he opened the door to the kitchen, s/he found a huge leak in the ceiling & yet s/he swore that s/he had a neighbor above him/her---knew it was raining outside, knew that it was coming down like the proverbial meows & ruff ruffs, but alas, before s/he even called the landlord, before dawn had even broke, something had happened which s/he could not have predicted & it was beautiful, because change had occurred.