|... putting down the umbrella to take a pic ...|
I saw the dark clouds begin to gather and by time I was ready to walk to class, the raining was falling.
Rivulets of water were along the road and I side stepped the ones I could and walked through the narrowest places when it was impossible to miss the water.
|... having to get closer ...|
I went without the walker, since it seemed like too much to push it and hold an umbrella.
When I got to the corner of the university and began to cut through on the asphalt path I noticed that it was built on a slant so that the water would always be running off of it.
When I cross over a small stream, I had a flashback to streams of that size in London.
I would stop when I was there to take a picture to remind me of that place. I wished that I could do that again, but the umbrella in one hand and the camera in another seemed like too much to manage.
|... me and my umbrella ...|
The walk home was gentler. The rain had stopped. I still carried the umbrella but this time it was closed.
I stopped along the way to see the cherry trees breaking into blossom and had to stop and take pictures of flowers on a low bush that were just too much for me to pass by.
A beautiful world here, when it rains.