The rain broke while I was halfway across the park. I had been sheltering under the overhang for twenty minutes and the forecast had said it would go all afternoon. I stepped out — tentative, expecting it to resume — and it did not resume. The sun came through. A kid somewhere laughed at a puddle. I let my shoulders come down. I could make the pharmacy before closing. I could make the bus. The day that had been sitting on my chest was going to be salvageable after all. I walked out from under the tree and into the open sun.
