I love the rain; it’s wonderful, the patter against my window, as the glistering beads of water race down the pane, as in a car race, trying to get to the bottom first. I reach out my hand against the window and peer outwards; many different umbrellas in all shades, going to and fro, concealing the faces beneath them. Kids running to find shelter as their clothes cling to their bodies. Across the street, people hide under the store awning from protection from the rain, while waiting for the bus to appear.
Car horns honking, the excitement is in the air. At the newspaper stand, the paper and magazines are getting drenched while the clerk hustles to cover them with plastic. As I pull my coat tighter, a soft chuckle escapes my lips. The car pulled up to the light and splashed water all over the man standing at the curb. As he began to swear and frantically try to wipe the water from his clothes, he looks over in my direction and I crouch in my seat so he’ll not see the amusement upon my face. Moments pass when I hear thump upon my door. Knock, knock, I turn around to be sure it’s my door where the knocking sounds come from, and then there’s silence.
I hear the knocking sounds again against my door, cautiously I open my door and my son stands there, with his umbrella in his hands and reaches out to me and said, “Dad come on, let’s get out of the rain, you have already splashed me and I’m drenched.”