wet weather

We walked, with our matching umbrellas, under angry skies. Trees framed the footpath. The wind was strong, and manipulated near-bare branches, bending them to the point at which I thought that they might snap. Then erratically, the wind direction seemed to change, reversing the bend the other way. Singles leaves were shaken off in the process, and were carried off into the distance to land on the grass, which could more accurately be described as a soggy mess. We joked about wearing wetsuits, and goggles, and together imagined how people might react if they saw us in such a condition. Despite our matching translucent umbrellas, we were soaked. We were on our way to get ice-cream.


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