“Brother, it’s a sunshower!” his younger sister said happily, pointing at the sky in the distance.
“Yeah. Let’s go home!” I opened an umbrella with one hand and took my sister’s hand with the other as we headed home.
My left hand held my sister’s, while my right hand held up the umbrella. Sunlight sprinkled across it as rain pattered down. The umbrella sheltered us from the rain and kept the sunlight off us, too.
