A smile rains

it is a typical tropical summer noon.
the heat is stifling in the jam-packed bus,
I am praying for mercy and at least a light shower.
a girl sits down beside me; asks me the time.
I answer her, and we continue our journey -
a brief unnoticed, orphan togetherness.
until she gets off the bus,
then turns and gives me a beautiful smile –
big lit-up eyes and a perfect row of teeth, on dusk.
for me, it rained.