[Umbrella]

Jul 09, 2011 00:14

There had been a chance of rain. A 30 percent chance on a cloudless sunny sky when he left his apartment building in the morning. So as he walked down the street and suddenly the skies opened up on him he cursed because he had figured he wouldn't need his umbrella.

As much as he usually didn't mind rain having it rain on you while you were going to work wasn't entirely what he had in mind when he thought about today. It was already a bad morning. This was just like icing on the cake. Icing on the damn cake.

100 drabbles of summer

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