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Raindrops

I wish I could have taken a picture of the scene I just passed on the way home from the gym.

It’s raining today — I had the hood of my jacket up for a minute, but it was too hot. The cool rain on my face and hair was far more pleasant. As I turned down the terrace way, I heard the clacking of heels and a woman’s voice say, “Come on.”

I turned my head right and saw a smartly-dressed woman on the sidewalk: sharp black heels, knee-length black skirt, khaki double-breasted raincoat tied at her waist, and a black umbrella. Roughly ten feet behind her jogged a six or seven-year-old boy in a blue jacket with the hood pulled tight around his face. He had a purple backpack. In both hands he held a lunchbox, a few pieces of poster board, and god knows what else.

“Come on,” the woman said again. The boy lifted his head and saw me watching them.

That’s right, kid, I wanted to say. We cool kids walk in the rain. You’re going to be just fine.

I hope his teacher doesn’t take points of his art project for water spots. And if she does, I hope his mom twists her ankle in those heels.

3 Responses to “Raindrops”

  1. Mom Kontis Says:

    On the side of motherhood – She could be a single parent with a job she MUST have and is required to wear those darn heals to work.

  2. Princess Alethea Says:

    High heels excuse no one from being a selfish jerk.

  3. Courtney Says:

    Those who are kind, may the lord smile upon them. Those who are not, may he turn their hearts. And if he can’t turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we may know them by their limping…

    So much in the world would change if people could see themselves from the outside.

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