A Little Rain

I’m walking along East 86th Street where the crosstown bus stops.

There are four young boys waiting, all wet, from a sudden downpour.  If they didn’t have private school insignias stitched on their navy blazers, they could easily pass for urchins up to no good.

Naturally me and my umbrella that seats ten, have to stop.

“Don’t you guys travel with umbrellas?” They stare at me blankly.

“How bout if you come under here till the bus comes?” Still no response.

As I proceed to take charge the smallest one says, “I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.”

“That’s a very good rule so, just don’t to talk to me, but you’re gonna drown if you don’t get under this umbrella.”

Like a little band of brothers dressed by Brooks Brothers, they dive under, dripping all over me.

Finally after a very long five minutes, the bus pulls up.  As the door open and passengers embark, I can feel these boys gunning their engines.

“Let them off,” I say, like I work for the city, “and don’t slip, take your time.”

The bus driver, clearly knowing these lads, hollers over his shoulder, “What do ya say boys to this nice lady?”

Like a soggy chorus they bellow, “Thank you.”

I smile at Mr. Julio Hernandez, nice and dry at the wheel.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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29 Responses to A Little Rain

  1. George says:

    Great story…you were quite the hero😊
    Very cavalier of you.

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  2. Elle Knowles says:

    This made me smile Susannah. You are always at the right place at the right time for a good story! ~Elle

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  3. micklively says:

    I don’t carry a brolly either. I was a cyclist and motorcyclist for years, so I’m well used to being wet. Also, I find that when it’s raining, it’s often windy too, and a brolly just becomes another encumbrance. Further, I stand 6′-4″ tall: I have to keep a lookout for others with umbrellas, seeking to impale my eyes on their spines.

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  4. Ross de Marco says:

    Kindness reigns again .


  5. Ross de Marco says:

    I’m always happy ! I just have a point of view . Selling out our nation and the security of our people to our enemies for ones own greed does bother me a bit though . But in my own sphere I’m extremely thankful for many things . I got loads of blessings ❤️🎶🎶🎶 . And more to come !

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  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, as I read your lovely piece I kept picturing a mother duck with her ducklings tucked under her wings. The driver sounds like a very special person, too. Perhaps their encounter with you will alter their attitude toward their elders, at least slightly.
    During a fire drill last week I told my class of high schoolers, “Huddle around the teacher to keep her warm and you’ll all get brownie points.” They laughed and then did it! I’m afraid my motive for a gathering wasn’t as unselfish as yours, ha ha!

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  7. Another rainy day in NYC!

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  8. Rubenstein, Hal says:


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  9. Skinny summed it up for me. You’re like a mother duck, Susannah. :O)

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  10. Boys will do that … start rushing line line backers.
    These two lines – priceless: “I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.”
    “That’s a very good rule so, just don’t to talk to me,”
    Great story …
    Isadora 😎


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