Raining for hours.
No time to walk the dog.
Until now. Letting
up, but just a little.
I opened an umbrella, coaxed the dog out the door.
Warm night and soft drainage.
We walked, the dog adjusting to light sprinkles, my knee hurting
just a little.
And rounded the corner.
Face to face with another human being. Plastic scarf and rain
coat.
“Good evening,” I said hoping to relax the moment.
“Good evening,” in elderly gravel voice, “I just love
walking in the rain.”
“So do I,” I said and after some distance, “and
being able to do so.”
