Sally Sorrell and Thomas Edson were at a restaurant, one summer evening. It had been a very hot day, and a thunderstorm rolled through, while they were eating. It was still raining when they finished their meal. They stood at the front entrance and waited. Sadly, neither of them had umbrellas.

"Well, we can just wait until the rain subsides," said Sally. At that moment, it began to rain even harder. "Which could take a little while!"

"I'm sorry I parked so far away."

"Not your fault, Thomas; it is Saturday night."

"Say, I just had a crazy idea: Let's walk in the rain!"

"You're right, Thomas, that's a crazy idea!"

"Come on, Sally, haven't you ever done that?"

"Sure, I have—when I was a kid!"

"So, we can pretend we're kids again!"

"But I could catch cold!"

"There's no evidence whatsoever that getting wet with your clothes on cause you to get a cold."

"There isn't?"

"No. And I'm a doctor, so I know those things!"

"Well, I guess there's no disputing that! Ok, Tommy—I'm game, if you're game!"

"Wonderful!"

"Excuse me, a moment." She took her pumps off and picked them up. "I'm ready—let's go swimming!"

"All right!"

They walked out into the sidewalk. So heavy was the rain that they got soaked in a matter of seconds! While waiting for a traffic light, Thomas put his arms around Sally, and they kissed. The car was in a parking lot three blocks from the restaurant. They got in, and he drove off.

"Well, that was one of the craziest things I've ever done!" she said.

"Me, too!"


He drove her to her apartment, and they got out. The rain had subsided, by now.

"Want to come in for some coffee?"

"Yes, thank you."

They went into her apartment.

"Stay right where you are, Tommy! And take your shoes off."

"Ok."

He did what he was told. She went into the bathroom and came out with two towels, one of which she gave to him. They dried off.

"Ok, you can sit on the couch. Sit on the towel, please."

"I will."

He sat, and she went in the kitchen and brewed coffee. Five minutes later, she brought it into the living room and gave him one of the cups.

"To a wonderful, wet evening!"

She smiled. "I'll drink to that!" They clicked their mugs and drunk.

"You look beautiful, even all wet!"

She laughed. "You're a nut, Tommy! But thanks! Would you massage my feet?"

"Of course!"

She put her feet in his lap, and he began massaging them. They continued drinking their coffee.

"Well, I've got to be getting to bed, Tommy."

"Ok."

They both got up, and she escorted him to the door. He put his shoes on, and they kissed.

"This was a wonderful evening, Tommy. I didn't even mind getting wet!"

"Thanks, Sally! I'll call you later."

"I'll be waiting by the phone!"

He left.

She went into her bedroom. There, she took off her wet dress and stockings, and put on a robe. Then she went back in the living room and made a phone call:

"Hi, Rob, is your wife around?...Thanks…Hi, Laura! Guess what Tommy and I just did…We walked in the rain!"