Three minutes from home and it starts to rain
The pitter patter on the zinc awnings of the houses behind me warned of its imminent incoming
Giving me time to open my umbrella, glad that it was in my hands the whole time
Not needing to fumble to find, at the moment I needed it most
Pitter patter continues at the top of my head on the umbrella
Cool, wet, droplets dampening my feet and my arms as they bounce of the ground and parked cars as I pass
The smell from the ground rises to assault my nose, giving a hint of everything that has been there
Three minutes from home I am learning to be in the moment and give thanks that I will be safe from the storm that is threatening to arrive with the unending sounds of thunder
