any given sunday.

Early afternoon...
Jen: Want to go for a walk at the riverfront?
Jesse: Sure.

A little later we decide to make sandwiches to eat picnic style at the riverfront.
Then we realize we don't have enough bread to make two sandwiches. Instead, we will stop at Subway on the way. But not the gas station Subway. Strip mall Subway is much less creepy.

A few minutes later...
Jen: Weather.com shows rain showers all day today. Maybe we shouldn't go?

It's not raining so we decide to go anyway.

At strip mall Subway...
Jen: What is the difference between the Italian B.M.T. and the Spicy Italian?
Sandwich Artist: The B.M.T. has ham.

A few minutes later...
Jesse: What does B.M.T. stand for?
Jen: I don't know. Excuse me, I have another question. What does B.M.T. stand for?
Sandwich Artist: You know what? I don't even know.

We finally find a parking spot.
Jen: Your moon roof is open.
Jesse: Yeah. I know.
It is a well known fact that the 2002 Volkswagen Golf TDI has a superior design that allows for the interior to remain dry when the moon roof is open and it rains.

We go to Hart Plaza and eat our Subway sandwiches. I am sad that this is the first time we have really explored Hart Plaza even though we have lived in Detroit for years now.
The seagulls plot against us. I am sure we are about to be attacked. I'm not sure why. The subs are pretty gross. They can have them if they ask. I take photos for identification purposes in case there is ever a trial.

We look at statues.

We walk on the riverfront toward COBO.

It starts to rain.
We walk a little further. It isn't raining hard.

We turn around shortly before the end of the riverfront walk.

It's raining harder.

Sideways.

In my ear.

I suppose with the right musical score and/or soundtrack it could have been an incredibly romantic moment. Lovers walking in the rain realize even the rain can't wash away their feelings for one another. They embrace. They share a passionate kiss. And then begin to slow dance to the music in their heads. In slow motion.

But we have no soundtrack. No ipods. No headphones or speakers. It's better this way because they would be destroyed in the rain.

Instead, we walk quickly with our heads down. Water drips from the brims of our not quite matching Detroit Tigers baseball caps. It's cold. It's wet. My socks are getting wet. My ear. It's raining in my ear. My socks and running shoes are soaked.

We get to the car. Out of the rain.

Or not.