"You're fine. It's just us," I tell her but she's already having a bad day. She claimed it three hours ago, and I pushed for an afternoon interview. Bad day is something. A hard rain, deep puddles, and cooler temperatures can be seen either way, but I've been heard to say, "I love a good rain."
It was good.
She laughs but only because I'm a bully.
Today I am grateful for rain.
(of course, I'm going to link to this. eye rolls welcome here.)
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