Grey clouds this morning, and a bit chilly. Coming down Broadway to campus, the rain begins hitting the windshield, almost enough to think about using the wipers. When I open the car door in the parking lot, I smell the delicious residue of the shower.
As I walk past the student union, I see the water drops that have lingered on the square outdoors tables. My marveling gaze follows them as I pass them by them, as if I'm a tourist in a national park. They should sell postcards of this, I think, proof that this actually can happen on a May morning.
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