Even my note book is wet, the one I jot down what’s happening to me at 2 o’clock.  My thighs are damp and the back of my jeans sopping where the water has wicked up. Thankfully I have dry feet. I need to wipe off the raindrops from my glasses then I’ll be ready to walk through the museum to my class. 

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