Droplets

I've been super stressed for registration and everything, so lately my writing has been about stupid stuff that doesn't make sense. If you want, you can pretend it is so complex and in depth that you don't understand it.

The engine sputtered to a stop, then sizzled while the fat raindrops continued to hit it. The man hidden behind the glass sighed, then popped open the door. He quickly stretched, then began busying himself with an umbrella. After several failed attempts, it finally sprang open with a flash of color. He whistled a tune and bobbed up and down, before impatiently peering through the window at his passenger. He knocked on the glass, then moved to the other side. He knocked again, then angrily opened the door. His wife sat there, staring. She shivered and hunched away, as rain got on her bright and flowery blue dress. The man shrugged, closed the door, and walked away into the restaurant. Only when he was inside, did the wife get out of the car. She looked up as huge drops exploded on her face, dreaming, thinking, smiling.