There was an odd kind of symmetry to my day involving rain. When I got to the subway stop nearest my work, it was raining, despite not raining before that. When I left work, it rained on my walk back to the subway station, but not after that. So my walk to work and my walk from work both had the potential of getting me wet.
The walk home was in heavy rain that soaked me from my ankles down, and had I not turned my backpack to the front at my girlfriend’s urging, it too would have been soaked. Several buses and cars threatened to splash giant arcs of water at me from the roadside. The traffic lights, rarely friendly, seemed to conspire against me. They forced me to wait and absorb more water. Other people walked unpredictably carrying their umbrellas precariously. I didn’t fear getting my eye poked out, but I did fear tearing my umbrella.
This was in great contrast to the morning’s rain. That rain didn’t penetrate the radius of the umbrella, and I counted only a few drops on my shoes. The skies, though not sunny, seemed light and airy. It was hardly a difficult walk. Most people gave way easily and the crowds really only existed in the subway entrance and not out on the streets. I arrived at work no worse for wear.