It rained all day today.
I biked to my Japanese lesson. I biked to the hall to practice. I biked home. Along the way a picnic under a bridge; people playing tennis, umbrellas open at the side of the court, waiting to offer a rainless walk home; a half-hearted field day. Somedays it's sunny, and somedays it's rainy. I remembered my mother pushing my younger brothers in the stroller when one or both of them was crying about something that couldn't be helped. She would start singing in her beautiful soft low voice, "Rollin', rollin', rollin', though the streams are swollen, keep those doggies rollin', rawhide." And we'd get there.
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