Lighting flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating a hunched, dark
figure. Crouching, eyes ever watching. Rain began to come, and then poured
to the ground in a great waterfall. Every passerby ran to keep from getting
soaked. They did not notice him. He would have it no other way. Not
moving, barely breathing, just waiting. His eyes narrow suddenly, in
recognition. Target. He began to rise, but then ducked down fast as
another flash of lightning suddenly lit his hiding place. He returned to
his crouching position, ready again to strike. Squinting, looking for his
previous aim. Gone. So he would have to wait longer. No good. The
raindrops did not cease, and the night had grown cold, and uninviting. But
it was all he had, and so he would wait for it patiently.