Like a Drop of Rain

Even though it was a day in June, it was damp and chilly. Earlier in the morning, threatening clouds had gathered in the sky like a dark ceiling, which had broken loose into a furious downpour of huge drops, and had now settled into a fine, all afternoon rain. It was two o’clock that afternoon when Smith walked down the street, bareheaded, with both hands in his pockets and his briefcase under his arm, making his calls on business associates. He hadn’t taken an umbrella because it hardly...