Summer Shower

Summer's near.  A surprise gully-washer dumped buckets, earlier.  Almost as quickly, it was gone.

The sun was out.  Then, just as I was about to stop for food, large drops of rain began to hit the windshield.  Walking into the restaurant, a few of them spattered about, without making contact.  

As I ate, someone stated that it was pouring outside.  Glancing through the window just behind me, a Biblical torrent was attempting to clean every speck of dirt off of the parking lot.  By the time I finished eating, it was gone.  Steam was rising, slowly, from the blacktop as I walked out.