raining hard, and someone, I thought it was you, talked us all into running into it, barefoot into it, into the rain, and we flung open the heavy old door and ran into it, headfirst into it, and

And all whooping and giggling Matthew slid through the mud and caught the foam football in one hand like a star and I can remember everybody laughed and cheered and

And the whole dorm had come down and there were some people who just stood there and let it soak them, right through them because they could, because it was summer and the rain was kind, and some stood under the arched entryway, smoking, smiling like mothers watching their children get along,

And others danced…

Well, anyway,
I think I left my raincoat in your room.