It was already too late to keep from getting drenched. She felt like a drowned rat as she looked for some cover, squinting through the hard falling rain and then grabbing for luggage that fell from her arms. She knelt down with a sigh, doing that motion with her arms that bespoke of irritation, and then she hefted the carpetbag and started stuffing wet articals of clothing into it. "Of all the blasted days," she said to herself. She was supposed to be looking for lodgings so she could look for work and it seemed that the rain had other ideas.