[ WP ] You 're sitting in a coffee shop watching a man type on his computer . He types the words , `` It begins raining outside '' , and it instantly starts raining .

I sit in my usual corner of my usual, at the usual hour, drinking my usual coffee with cream. One thing, though, was out of place. I am alone. My wife had left me not two days ago, and already I have a mountain of divorce papers in front of me. The bitch did n't even *try* to work things out. Fuck these papers, and fuck her, too. I did n't need her. Sure, my job was n't as secure as hers, but I'll make it work. I will *not* come crawling back to here. She can hang herself for all I care. 
 
 It comes to my attention that I am no longer alone. A heavyset man with well groomed black hair sits next to me, his laptop on the table. He was smiling sympathetically. 
 
 `` Divorce papers'' he muses `` That's tough, man. I'm really sorry for you.'' 
 
 I scowl. I do n't need his pity. I have enough bullshit on my hands right now. `` I appreciate your concern, but do you mind being concerned over there'' I say, weakly waving my hand to a nearby table. 
 
 He smiles and ignores my request. `` Anything you wish went differently in your relationship?''. His unctuous smile unsettles, and I find myself shifting in my seat. 
 
 `` That is none of your concern'' I say, irritation heavy in my voice. `` Why the fuck are you so concerned about my divorce anyway?'' 
 
 `` Why, because I can help you'' he replies with his typical unctuous smirk. `` Watch this'' 
 
 Before I can respond, he begins typing, his meaty fingers waving wildly. He types the words *It begins raining outside*. 
 
 To my astonishment, I immediately hear a thunderclap. I stare out of the window, gaping as dark grey clouds form in the sky above. Within five minutes, I see heavy drops of water come down, drenching pedestrians and making pigeons fly for the cover of the nearest bridge or underground parking lot. I look back at the man, who's grin looks even more smug than before. 
 
 `` No!'' I exclaim. `` Coincidence... It has to be!'' 
 
 Without so much as a word, he returns to typing. This time, his flabby fingers type the words *the man by the door suffers a heart attack*. 
 
 Before I can turn to the door, I hear the sound of shattering ceramic. A man lies on the ground amidst the coffee and ceramic, convulsing. `` Quick, someone call an ambulance!'' Screams the waitress in an unpleasantly shrill voice. I hear more mugs explode as she drops her tray and runs for the payphone. 
 
 `` So'' says the heavyset man, almost in a whisper `` Is there any way I can help you?'' 
 
 `` I think you know what I want'' I whisper back, my eyes meeting his for the first time. They are bloodshot, but wide awake. Angry, and hungry as well. So very hungry.
