Clear as Rain

He saw them everywhere

Messages no others could see

The world not a banner obscured by rain

But elucidated by the deluge

The water the message itself

Genius is what he c̣alled himself

Paranoid delusions was his psychiatrist’s diagnosis

Everyone was just too stupid

All blinded to the truth of that around them

Then a day came he found a newspaper

Laid upon a bench

No one around

Tentatively he pịcked it up and sat down

He then casually

Or so he saw himself

Flipped open the paper

Slowly his eyes scanned for all the ciphers

All the systems that he knew

There

There also

Yes little flecks

Almost like printing errors

Marking letters out for a secret message

“The drop is at 1024 McAllen

Wear red so we know it’s you.”

He breathed heavily

The most simple message he had ever found

So clear and precise

He folded the paper under his arm

And walked away briskly

Eyes panning the horizon

Would he go?

Should he?

Surely it was not meant for him

But maybe this could

Finally

Prove to everyone what he had said

What he knew to be true

They were watching

They were scheming

And he hȧd the skills to expose them