Just before leaving the house, a woman grabbed her red umbrella.
There was no mention of weather on the news, but she thought she’d better have it just in case.
And better than just having it, she’d better open it – walking along with her umbrella when there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
She stood on the corner waiting to cross.
People looked on with questioning eyes.
Looking at this woman with her large red umbrella on such a perfect day.
As she stood beside the bustling street a little boy walked up.
They had stood at the same corner day after day.
And day after day he wore his rain boots.
Other children often picked on the boy.
Laughing at him.
Laughing at his too large, dirty boots.
And today was no different.
Upon seeing the children tease the boy, the woman walked up and stood next to him.
Holding her umbrella over him.
As the taunting continued, the boy looked up at the woman and smiled.
And he stood a little taller.
Not because the children had stopped laughing – they hadn’t.
It was because he had found someone to stand with.