Raindrops plinked against their synthetic casing. They held up their hand, watching the water make trails across it.
‘Surely you’ve seen rain before,’ said their friend.
‘Many times,’ they replied, still fascinated by the glistening beads on their casing. ‘Just never had time to appreciate it before. Because of the directives.’
Their friend smiled. ‘Well you’ve got time now.’
‘I’ve got time now,’ they agreed, and lifted their face to the sky.