Not little sprinkles, but those big heavy drops that tell you what is about to come. The rain isn't able to saturate my hair or clothing until I turn onto Court. Then I start to walk under the trees as much as possible. Soon it catches up with me though. Somehow you can never stay out of the rain for too long before it is your turn to get wet.
Today is different though.
It is warm, few cars, and I soon begin to enjoy the company. I look up for bits of time letting drops break on my face. I close my eyes and spin about in the rain. In a minute I find myself skipping in the middle of the road, inhaling the thick smell of hot wet asphalt. I give up my dance and return to trodding up the sidewalk towards 59 Court.