The Girl With the Umbrella

It wasn’t even raining all the times I saw her.

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

There she is.

I saw the girl again on one of those drizzly days in March when the air felt filled to the brim with the thought of rain.

Her umbrella, checkered with black and white, caught my attention while I stood under the safety of an awning as my coffee cup cooled in my hand. Her…