The rainy season had started and we were out for a run.
“I like the sound of rain in Seattle.”
The droplets falling from the pewter sky collected on the red, orange, and yellow leaves that still clung to the trees. Thin streams of water slid down the street. The falling water whispered through the air, a serene accompaniment to our footfalls on the wet sidewalk.
“The rain sounds gentle and quiet here. Remember what it sounded like in New York?”
“UMBRELLA! UMBRELLA! FIVE DOLLARS! FIVE DOLLARS! UMBRELLA! UMBRELLA!”
Maria Yang, MD 