Rain

I cowered in Samovar waiting for the rain and the thunder and the lightning to stop. I wasn't the only one. A pair of ladies were also waiting inside.

When the rain died down a bit and the thunder and lightning had stopped, the three of us ventured outside. One of the ladies thrust her umbrella at me, saying I could have it — the other lady had one she could share. Very kind of her, and much appreciated.

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