We just stopped in for Ben & Jerry's free cone day, lured forward in the hopes of free cones after veering off our short walk in the late afternoon drizzle in search of Trader Joe's ice cream, and then we sat and enjoyed our free cones and chatted, so that when we emerged the rains were at their heaviest - mercurial as Boston rains tend to be - and then we walked home in them because homework will not wait for rains to end, Rachael in her raincoat she discovered wasn't quite as waterproof as she originally thought, the red one passed down from her mother, me in my red sweater and long jeans that dragged in puddles, so many droplets on the glasses it seemed easier to see without them on.
If one must get soaked to the bone, I can think of no better way to do it.
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