Seems like we have fewer rainy days than we use to.
Sitting at a traffic light during a recent rainstorm, everything reminded me of being twelve years old. I think a few of the triggers were the darkness, the reflections in the wet pavement, the clicking of the turn signal, and the swishing of the back and forth wipers. It felt like I sat there in thought for a really long time.
When the traffic light finally gave me the right of way, I accelerated through the curve, turned up the radio, and returned to fifty-two.