When it Rains in My City
When it rains, I must ask others to drive me to work. On days when the rain comes suddenly, they give my bike a ride, too. I like the rainy day car conversations. They come as unexpectedly as the rain. We sit and squint through the wipers in the front seat, and the periwinkle Schwinn sits politely in the back.
The rain is really good for me, I know. And it will cover me, in the coming days.
I am slowly learning interdependence. We really need each other, you know.
(Photo by Pulihora)