Admiring the rain through a coffee shop window.
Trudging through the weather to the library, peering through the drippy hood of your jacket.
Everything is damp now. Even your anxieties. They’re dissolving along with the receipts in your pockets.
Umbrellas are for tourists and people who do not yet understand.
Between the raindrops the air is full of magic. Fling off your hood and soak it in.
Later, arrive at home like a puddle-stomping child: dripping wet and more alive than usual.