We finally had some rain. Took a photo of some wet roses which reminded me of the time I was caught in a downpour in LA. I was single, carting some roses meant for a young lady. I took shelter under an overhang, but not before I got drenched along with my wool pants and the roses. The rain only lasted five minutes., but long enough to turn the gutters into rushing rivers. I paused curbside and estimated how far I would have to step to miss the torrent. I stretched towards dry pavement while listening to the long, loud ripping of my pants in the seat. This lingering moment was punctuated by the rush of cool air on my posterior. It was time to start the day over, and I did.
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