As I was headed out, some kind of bookworm came rushing by in a v-neck sweater and glasses. He was making a bee-line for shelter, and he looked at me incredulously: "Don't you see what's coming?!"
Looking north before my walk, I only saw blue skies. I checked the weather report, noted the thunderstorms moving in, and packed up my neon orange poncho on the outer straps of my hip bag. Now clouds were flying across the sky and flying leaves were hitting my face. A few isolated rain drops landed on me.
"Um..." "I'm prepared," I called after him.