(75 word short story published on Paragraph Planet on Friday 01-Aug-2014)

Here I stand in sodden shirt and squelchy shoes sheltering from the storm.

Soggy teens - the rain doesn't bother them - sway to the DJ's spell.

Bang on tunes. Empire State Of Mind. Mr Brightside. Juicebox. Then...? Ah, that chorus.

Maybe it's the noodle bar girls singing. Maybe it's everybody grinning. Maybe it's the communal whooping when lightning fills the sky.

You'll never see me cry but there is joy, deep deep joy.