I needed to pick my granddaughter up from her piano lesson in five minutes, and it was a good seven- minute drive from the store where I stood with $219.43 worth of groceries in my cart to the piano teacher’s house. I did not have the luxury of waiting under the store awning with the other shoppers until the torrential downpour ended. Nor did I have the luxury of an umbrella–I had to run to the car. Luckily, I remembered where I parked.
If my husband had been with me, I would not have been in this predicament. With his Smartphone weather app, he keeps me updated on the exact number of hours and minutes until the next rainfall. He, though, was sitting in his office–dry.
So, I ran. Water spewed from the cart’s wheels as I jogged through standing water. Some bags flapped in the air while rain pooled on others. My panting heart filled with thankfulness for every hour spent at the gym as I gasped for air.
As is the way with Kansas weather, seven minutes later the sun was brightly shining. “Thanks for getting me, Nana. I’m sorry you got all wet.”
I love that girl.