Together you ran laughing and hollering from the street corner and leaped over a great puddle and into the park's front gates. Like wild children you ran the gravel paths, winding through the great coniferous trees. The rain comes down so hard it's impossible to pretend that you might make it home dry, and so you playfully kick water from a puddle and watch the stream of water disappear into the falling droplets. Blocks away, traffic rages on. But in this park, you are protected.