Marshall locked the office door behind him and turned to regard the sky above him. Grey clouds scudded by, harried by a rapidly-increasing wind. A few raindrops splattered the doorstep around him.
He zipped up his heavy winter-weight jacket and shook out his umbrella. High overhead, there came the low growl of thunder.
“Sucks to be you, weather,” said Marshall. “I know your game. I went home at lunch and changed my coat.”
He flipped his hood up and flipped the heavens off in one smooth gesture.
The wind picked up, pushing the hood back off his face and whipping the toggle-tipped pull cord at his eyes.
“Nope,” said Marshall, swathing his face in a long woollen scarf that came up past his nose. “Denied.”
He tucked the trailing ends of the scarf inside his coat and, as an added precaution, fastened the popper-lined flap that covered the zipper.
The rain increased, the patter of individual drops rapidly becoming the hiss of a downpour. Marshall raised the umbrella and watched the rivulets cascade over the edge of his waterproof shield.
“I’m not going to a “Rain Day” picnic,” he said.
Lightning cracked the sky. Warm and dry, Marshall walked home.
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