Beside the tombstone, he waits. He waits without an umbrella as the raindrops fall from the heavy clouds, drumming against rooftops and drenching his hair.  He waits as grease and dirt and dust slip under his fingernails, crouching and digging his hands into the soil. He waits as the sun descends past the horizon, lavender and a tangy orange and a blazing, fierce red filling his vision. He just waits, his knees tucked i