The morning I saw a murder

5:30AM,  it is pissing down, not just raining cats and dogs but elephants and rhinos, the wind is driving the torrential rain under my umbrella as I stand in the inky darkness awaiting my chariot, my double articulated bus to downtown Seattle.

My expensive Eddie Bauer jacket is doing its job, the fleece inner jacket is keeping me warm, the water-repellent outer jacket is repelling. Unfortunately the water is running down the coat and soaking the front of my jeans. I shudder as a trickle of cold rain finds its way down my collar and runs down my neck.

My glasses are speckled with droplets of rain, making streetlights and headlights flare, I stamp my feet to get the toes from turning to little ice blocks.

Across the street I hear a commotion, wiping my glasses with a gloved hand, I peer through the smeared lenses to see what is causing the ruckus. A murder!

I am looking at a murder.