On the Way Home One Afternoon

It was raining when I came out of the grocery store. The sky was obviously darker than normal, but not pitched as night; simply gray and somber.

I walked to my car, and decided I was man enough to not run in the rain, though my hair stuck to my face like wet pasta. The food I had just purchased were in small plastic grocery store bags, and I figured they'd stay dry enough to make it to the car.