Rain Delay

I love rain delays at baseball games. At least, in August, when the rain is warm. Since we live in an unairconditioned house and bike everywhere, there is little that is more pleasant that getting a cool shower while you are sitting, watching baseball, and drinking a miller lite draft.

Our neighbors don’t tend to agree with us. As the rain becomes dense, lines of people retreat, like human escalators, up the steps to covered areas. If it’s not a muggy August night, Shane and I still remain—we pull our rainsuits on and sit, perfectly dry, in our rain-abandoned section.

We get to watch the thick rain pellets glow a glassy white under stadium lights. If windy, the small rain balls swirl in airborne currents. It’s one of the few times a person can watch rain, before it hits ground and puddles.