The storm rolled in right as I reached the door.
Nothing to do but wait it out.
Went in when it settled. Wrong name at the counter.
First pen ran out of ink. The second didn't work.
Someone beside me said there's a storm out there.
When I finally stepped out the sky had broken open.
Sun already finding the road. Rain already done.
Every delay had kept me inside exactly long enough.
Sometimes the holdup is the help.
