I went out in a rainstorm, I made my way looking like something other down my usual route laughing at the rain as if it where a friend that shared an in-joke. On the way back home though I sheltered under a pear tree half hoping someone I knew would pass by, I thought of my car friend I hadn't seen for years since I declined a lift she offered. Cindy where are you now when I need you? But obviously she didn't drive by, the road was a river and the rain dripped through the umbrella of my pear tree.
I waited just in case.
Later the last time I saw her I mentioned how she had been missed and ranted on a little about the Car People to which she took offence, I added the only time I like a Car Person is when my own need supersedes, she laughed. But, it was good standing beneath my pear tree waiting for a hero to come along, but I could've sheltered there all day long, but soon the rain had gone.
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