Riding cabs in the rain

There's nothing like taking cabs in the rain. I like it when it rains; it's calming, soothing, and feels nice on the face. Plus it gives me a good excuse to snuggle up inside with a good book or a good DVD or just a good pair of PJs to nap in.

Today I rode a cab from Bwoy's place to mine. I like to stare out, snug and dry, at the wet cars, wet buildings, wet people. The city runs by the windows and the rain gives it a steady beat. Sometimes when I ride cabs, I chat with the drivers. We talk about movies, how my parents came to this country, etc. Sometimes we start talking but then the talking ceases as we get lost in our own words and thoughts. They are usually the ones who start the banter, and I just try to keep up. Bwoy tells me I leave way too much tip, but the way I see it, they put up with enough obnoxious passengers in a new country; why not help a brother out.

This morning I was the driver's first passenger of the day. Rain came down in sheets today and I ran from the apartment building to the cab. The ride was smooth and quiet, just the way I like it.