Rainy Days

"Get the hell out of the way, idiot. Bloody, It is pouring out here and this son of a bitch is on way", he casually and callously shouted at the cyclist who with all his might pedaled away to glory braving the rain. "My god, I hate these roads when they rain, I will be late for that dinner now, move it", he murmured to himself, with a face which showed all the frustration which seemed he had accumulated over days and months of his life and lifestyle. He honked, and again. The cyclist with a towel on his head looked back, showing that the road was blocked. Our car guy honked again. And again. Angry and impatient in his AC car, he kept tapping that steering wheel. The traffic kept moving at a snail's pace. The cyclist moved at the same speed. The car guy used that horn of the 4 wheeler. And again. Every time the cyclist heard that horn blow away, he smiled. A smile, content with the hint of sadism. And again