The rain broke while I was halfway across the park. Sun through the last drops. A kid laughed at a puddle somewhere behind me. I stopped under a tree. She had liked this park. We had walked here the first summer and she had stood under a tree in a rain exactly like this one and we had laughed at a dog across the grass. The water came off the leaves in slow drops. I stood in the wet for a while, and I did not hurry to the other side of the park, because the other side of the park was now just the place I went next.
