Summer Shower

Torontonians are afraid of rain.

But, then again I don’t blame them.

I found a grassy court yard today. I sat out on a cement block with a purchased bowl of soup.

The mix that surrounds me is so diverse.

Corporate sharks waddle about in black suits, frantically sucking back their lunch hour nicotine fix; they obsess over the latest message on their black berry. The mommies sit huddled with their salad and diet drink. They discuss their latest plan to lose that god forsaken baby weight or how their teenagers have no respect. Now, the disgruntled employees are my absolute favorite. They look like they dressed themselves in the dark and loudly bitch, bitch, bitch about what their psychotic boss did to them that morning.

These people are my entertainment.

With my soup finished and the clock running out it was time to head back to the reception desk.

As I gather my belongings up the dark clouds over head blacken and just as suddenly, crack open. I felt just one large droplet on my shoulder. I hear the spackling downpour on the hot cement just seconds before I see it.

The sharks, mommies and hate filled employees scatter in every direction, they flee the open space. I have to laugh at this dramatic scene.

The rain here behave like the people, wasting time is never an option. Just as shelter was found the rain shower intensified. It was a wall of liquid falling from the sky.

Where I come from rain doesn’t fall like this. At home a summer shower is something to enjoy. It has never been something to fear or flee from.

The rain, like the people are just different here.