drizzlin'

Standing in the check-out line at our friendly neighborhood market.

"Should we wait it out for a short bit?" Manasi asked me.
"Nah, we'll be fine," I said.
We both gazed out the front windows onto the street. "But that huge umbrella just blew over," Manasi quivered.
"Eh, I'm sure it just fell or someone accidentally bumped into it," I suggested.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's only drizzling. Our hostel is just down the street," I reminded her.

5 minutes later, walking past the Posta.

"See," I said as Manasi ducked her head into the hood of her jacket, "this isn't bad."

1 minute later, approaching the intersection.

"Crap! These droplets instantly quadrupled in size!" I shouted.
"Ah!" Manasi screamed.
"Hurry! We have to make the crosswalk signal!" I blurted out frantically.

4 minutes later, on the home stretch to our hostel.

Manasi broke into a desperate jog, with her Rainbow flip-flops smacking against the flooded sidewalk and her shoulders hunched over and wobbling side-to-side in unusual movements. Her brown hoodie was pulled tight around her head. "I am never taking weather advice from you ever again!" she threatened.

1 minute later.

"Wait!" I begged. "I can't run and laugh this hard at the same time!"
"I am soaked!" she yelled through the downpour.
"It's only rain," I said. "We'll dry." The droplets fell into my gaping, laughing mouth.

3 minutes later, finally inside, walking up the stairwell.

"Whew," I exhaled. I shook the water out of my hair like a wet dog.