wet

We went to the park on a June day that was more like a day in April. Not that warm, and with showers on and off for hours. There's an Italian restaurant right in one corner of the park. It's an OK place. Nothing special. You can get ice creams or a coffee to takeaway. The kid wanted an ice cream. It was just starting to rain. So I asked the guy if we could have the ice cream and a couple of coffees inside. I'd just seen a young couple head in there before us, order coffees and sit down. A lunch party was winding up: a few friends finishing their desserts. It was getting towards 3 p.m. "We're closing," the guy said. "I can just sell you a coffee to takeaway." "It's raining. Why can't we just sit in here for ten minutes?" My wife told me leave it. "It doesn't matter," she said. So we took the stuff outside. It really started to pour out there. Proper rain: bouncing off the paths, puddling on the grass, reducing visibility. We huddled under one of the umbrellas covering the chairs and tables outside. I cursed that fucker in the restaurant as my wife told me to calm down and forget about it.