I might have mentioned this more than once, but it’s been rather hot out here – meltingly so, in fact. But this evening, when I stepped outside after work, it was with some expectancy – not with hesitancy. Because for the past two evenings the sky had been bulking with gray, billowing promises. I would look outside and see those happy threats above me.
So, as I started to walk, I saw it. I felt it. I smelled it. Rain. Dear droplets dissolving into the sidewalks, joining to create shallow reflections in the streets. I immediately took off my sunhat – I extended my arms. I turned my face to the sky, so it would be the first to receive the sky’s cooling bounty.
People did not come streaming out of their homes to embrace the quirky weather – they still continue to disappoint. I finally did walk by one group of people, milling in front of their apartment, with the obvious intent of experiencing the happiness that the weather had given us. One asked me, “Nice weather, eh?” I just gave him my best professionally whitened smile…any answer defied words.
And just before the sun set – a flamboyant, golden show – a rainbow appeared. It was a faint prism that arched between the horizons, the color of water and light. When I got home, I lingered in front of the building – loving my damp hair, the drops on my skin – before going inside.
But when I turned on the radio, all I heard were traffic reports: drive safe. Because it’s bad out there.