Let the Rain Fall
Last night, my son and I were leaving our local Y. We stepped out under a wide, covered entry to see an angry grey sky that blew rain sideways. As I was doing a quick calculation of where I parked and if we should run or wait it out, I looked next to me to see a family of four — a mother with what looked like one-year-old twin boys, one on each hip — and a father gripping keys and tugging up his raincoat hood.
One baby was wailing and the other was squiggling wild trying to get down off his mama-perch. She was struggling to comfort one and wrangle the other. As I looked at them, these words tumbled out of her mouth to her husband, "Don’t leave me here with them. Don’t go. I just can’t right now."