Rainy Season

It is rainy season, and tonight I decided to walk home.

But when I arrived at the Skytrain stop, I saw the solitary mototaxi driver wiping dry the seat of his motobike.

I asked him, "can you take me home?"

"Where?"

I told him. He nodded.

"Please drive slow, slow, very slow. It is raining. I am so scared," I told him.

He nodded.

He drove slow, then a bit faster, finally, a reasonable speed, almost fast.

Suddenly, he braked and the motobike jerked to a stop.

A dog passed in front of us.

The dog was shaggy and golden brown.