I left a friend's house nearing dusk tonight, walking my way through the heart of the city, streets empty of people and filled with cars bopping and thumping the asphalt. Heavy gray clouds were rolling in from the northwest and two blocks from my home it started to rain. I entered the building lobby slightly misted and when I reached the elevator bank a beautiful woman turned to face me and blessed me with her radiant smile. We entered the lift and noticing my state of wetness said to me smilingly "it's a refreshing night." I agreed, replying "I was on a long walk and it started to rain at the tail end so I was lucky." She paused a few seconds and then her body expressed a languid pose straight from a dream and she spoke as if her mind was jogging way in the past, "I just love a summer rain."
