waiting for the rain

The sky was a windy-grey colour and damp with mist. In the front yard was a girl. She was waving her umbrella about the breeze. I watched as she was waiting for rain-water to fill her inverted umbrella.

You may ask, "Why is he writing this?". I, like that girl, am waiting
outside for rain to fill me.

How many others are standing alone, outside, waiting for the rain?