The rain broke while I was halfway across the park and I didn't run. Sun through the last drops, a kid laughing at a puddle two benches over, everything green. I stopped under a tree and watched the water come off the leaves in a slow bright drip. My face kept moving on its own into something open. I hadn't even known I was tired. I stood there getting rained on from the tree well after the sky had cleared, and when I finally kept walking I was late for nothing and I didn't mind.
