The small umbrella which I could pop open with one hand has taken up residence elsewhere. It used to be comfortable in the glove compartment behind the roll of paper towels. It seemed to be content to play hide and seek with the parking registrations and insurance cards which kept it company.
Today, the weather threatened rain with an immediacy which had me looking into the glove box. No little folding rain protector. We asked the paper towels but they remained mum on the whereabouts.
All day, every time I got in the car, the clouds had lowered and grayed up. It seemed impossible that the car should not get a free rinsing.
Where ever it is, the umbrella is doing its job. The old adage did not apply today. Usually if we have an umbrella along, we won't need it. If we don't have one, we get rained on.
I have to find it and let it know that it is okay for occasional rain to fall on us . . .