XL 



A RAINY DAY 



Do you ever go out in the rain? Dressed for 

 it, there is nothing more delightful. I leave my 

 umbrella behind with other con-ventional trappings, 

 for I like to feel the warm drops on my face and 

 shoulders. A certain wise man says: "One's happi- 

 ness is largely a matter of clothes." The wise man 

 could not have spoken more truly if he had had a 

 bonnet of tulle and feathers and a trailing gown 

 of "melting" organdie to take care of. What he 

 says is indeed true when it rains. 



I was tired of waiting for April to give me 

 a half day of uninterrupted sunshine. Yesterday's 

 rain had been impetuous — dashing in torrents 

 against the windows. The streams flowed yellow. 

 The puddles in the garden walks danced and 

 dimpled as the big drops, coming straight down, 

 struck their faces. I smiled in spite of myself, 

 and registered a vow to go out next day no mat- 

 ter if the weather prophets did say "continued 

 cloudiness and showers." When the morning came 

 the sky was leaden and a heavy white mist hung' 

 in the valley. The weather man was right. But 

 I had vowed my vow, and left the house in a 

 "shocking" hat and struck across lots to where 

 the wooded banks of the "Little Indian" would 

 give me shelter, and where there would be no 



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