I should have been expecting it to rain. The sky had been constantly cloudy today but still the weather held and I hoped that Darryl and I could make it back from our walk just before the first sprinkles began.
The sky grew darker and Darryl asked which way I would like to go home: the short way that would take perhaps 8 minutes or the long way that would take 40. I patted my bag to make sure I had remembered my umbrella and, finding it's comfortable bulk there, started off in the direction of the long way.
We were walking along the path beside the river when the winds suddenly changed. Having learned early in my youth that a change in the direction of the wind normally proceeds the rain, I quickly put up my umbrella and a few minutes later it began to rain.
We didn't rush back after this started, but dawdled and took our time - perhaps the French culture is finally starting to rub off on us after all.
The sky grew darker and Darryl asked which way I would like to go home: the short way that would take perhaps 8 minutes or the long way that would take 40. I patted my bag to make sure I had remembered my umbrella and, finding it's comfortable bulk there, started off in the direction of the long way.
We were walking along the path beside the river when the winds suddenly changed. Having learned early in my youth that a change in the direction of the wind normally proceeds the rain, I quickly put up my umbrella and a few minutes later it began to rain.
We didn't rush back after this started, but dawdled and took our time - perhaps the French culture is finally starting to rub off on us after all.
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