The rain gear photoshoot was scheduled on a cloudless day, the only water a nearby stream.
“Pretend it’s raining,” the photographer instructed. I clenched the rain jacket closed, squeezed my eyes shut, and gazed at the clouds.
“No one stares at rain,” he shouted, “run from it!”
“Like this?” I flipped the hood over my head, bowed my head, and charged forward. His camera shutter ticked rapid-fire, like rain on a window.
I stumbled over a rock, plummeted head first into the stream, and rose from the water with my tresses dripping and pant legs clinging to my legs.