"Still dry" you said, looking at the clouds on the Campuhan Ridge Walk

We passed three times on the Campuhan Ridge Walk at 6.15am, you walking out and me walking back, because I forgot my water, went to buy one, and returned. Each time you were holding a folded rain poncho and looking at the clouds like you were making a decision. On the third pass you said, still dry. I said, I know. The clouds kept their side of the deal. I kept wondering whether you ever put it on. I am walking the ridge tomorrow at 6.15 with a poncho of my own, in case we have to decide together.