the first drops of rain felt like a mistake. I thought it was the trees dripping, and I wiped them off my face with a nervous laugh of disbelief. it was beautiful out. a perfect summer night; not humid, warm enough for me to be comfortable in shorts and a tank-top but cool enough that I didn't break a sweat as I rode my bike. the spattering of wet on my face took me by surprise. for a moment I wondered if someone was spritzing me from a balcony. the drops got fatter and closer together, making me glad that I was already on my block. I pedaled faster, matching the pace of the rain. I laughed again as I jumped from my bike and onto my stoop. it wasn't raining very hard when I plopped my bike inside, so I hopped over to the house next door so I could look at their curbside couches. the cushions on the makeshift couch under my loft could use some plumping, and the ones outside on the sidewalk looked pretty good. I sniffed them, knowing I had to take action now just in case the rain got worse and made up my mind for me. I plumped some pillows and decided to just go for the largest cushions. I heard coughing from the second floor window. I looked up, laughing again, feeling foolish, as I pulled the over-sized couch cushions to my front door. up the stairs, up more stairs, and then to the landing outside my apartment. there I set the cushions to air out while I cemented my decision.
inside, I decided that bourbon and iced ginseng tea made a fine combination while I wrote about the rain now gently dancing outside my bedroom window.
it was a good night.
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