Saturday night it rained.
I love when it rains at night. It gives the night a certain mood, even if you go out, as I did. I was meeting friends for dinner. My first inclination was to cancel and stay home and curl up on my foofy chair, warm, comfortable and dry. But I felt bad because it was someone's birthday and people had already cancelled. I have plenty of nights home; birthdays only come once a year.
I'm glad I went. As I drove up, the rhythm of the raindrops and the slap of the windshield wipers meshed with the music oozing out of the car stereo. The street lights reflect on the street in long, shiny streaks of color against a dark background.
I arrived early. I grabbed my umbrella and decided to just browse the windows along State St. Rain quells the normal activity of a Saturday night. Only a few people were out; those that were either huddled together under umbrellas or just hunched their shoulders as they walked quickly, trying to stay dry.
I walked on, umbrella in hand, falling footsteps and raindrops harmonizing pretty well. There is something oddly meditative and calming about a solitary walk in the rain.