As we made our way on foot out of Wrigleyville, we realized that we needed to seek shelter. We had walked past numerous tea and coffee shops in the more touristy part of the city and we were thirsty and tired of pounding the pavement. Lightening illuminated the blue head of the storm, angry exclamation points in the darkening sky. Thunder mixed with the sounds of traffic and car horns.
It was about 5:00 so we really only had a little daylight left, the thunder clouds forming above the skyline and our car miles away in a parking garage on the south end of Michigan avenue.
We found an Argo tea place and ordered a fresh, sweet iced tea and three macaroons. We sat down near the window as the real monsoon hit the city. It was the kind of storm in which umbrellas are useless and rain poured up and down in sheets from the ground and the sky, soaking everything it could touch.
The pedestrians that passed us were drenched from head to toe, caught in the squall on their way home from work or on their way to the gym. Some didn't even try to cover their heads, knowing it was useless, the rain dripped from their eyebrows and hair like they were fresh from a shower.
We watched the storm on the radar and knew that we would need to venture out eventually, we couldn't sit in the tea shop forever. We still needed to drive the three hours back to Indianapolis to get our stuff and the next morning we were headed home to Missouri.
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