art by Cheryl Owen-Wilson
Wolf, or Faith in the Future
by Michelle Ann King
I wish it would rain.
I mean, it does rain, obviously. Every Tuesday at midnight, every Friday at noon. It's not a bad arrangement. Everybody's asleep on Tuesday, and ducking inside for an early lunch on a Friday is never a bad thing.
But if you do get caught in it, it's okay. It's good rain. Never too hard, never too cold. Never a nasty, needling torrent that stung your face and soaked you even if you had an umbrella, because it somehow managed to come down at the perfect diagonal angle to get underneath.
No, this rain is soft and has the icy edge taken off, even on Tuesday nights. It's refreshing, like a cool shower on a hot day. It's perfect rain. Of course it is. I still keep an umbrella, though. I have a special stand for it and everything. Once a month or so, I dust it.