That Day the Rain Just Stopped in Hiroshima
It was pouring rain. Not that gentle, romantic drizzle you see in movies, but a proper, gray, soul-dampening downpour. I had just gotten off the tram near Peace Memorial Park, umbrella flipping inside out, soaked through to my socks. The kind of day that makes you want to just give up and go back to bed. But then, as I was standing there, shivering and trying to figure out which way to go, the sky… just broke open. The clouds…