...especially promises i cannot keep.

from Cornelia Funke's Inkheart, p164.

walked home in a fabulous rainstorm
from the library.
a summer shower.
(and me without an umbrella, hat, or garbage bag raincoat)

so i put on my sunglasses
and strolled happily among the raindrops.

and it reminded me of the time
timmy and i played in the rain at my parents house

only without the floating down the driveway
(and, well... without timmy)