I stood under the eaves of a building and made a contour drawing of a tall plant against a black fence to keep me occupied until the sky cleared.
The sky never did clear, and I walked back to the train in the rain, worrying about the water drenching my notebooks and not even thinking about how my hair and clothes must have looked soaked.
I love fresh tomotoes like I bought today at the market before it rained, I love a good summer thunderstorm, and I'm sure I'd love one of those waterproof notebooks I've heard about.
Number 2 pencil and black colored pencil in a damp Moleskine sketchbook.
My day in the rain.