"Swish..."
A blue oil-paper umbrella skidded along the flagstone road and slipped into a little teahouse at the end of the alley.
The old folks say spring rain is as precious as oil. But this year's spring rain had a temper of its own, pouring down with wild abandon as if it cost nothing.
The old storyteller played with his worn-out fan and drawled, "Come on in, folks!"
Theme: The Great Battle Against Procrastination
