Another man added quietly, “Be careful.” Dan laughed it off, squashing the unease he felt. “Sure thing,” he said. “People usually only get this nervous about wedding china.” Nobody laughed. Dan assumed the man was talking about the coming rain. The first man simply closed the trailer door himself and snapped the latch securely.
Rain started again the moment he rolled through the gates, fat drops splattering against the windshield. By the time he reached the main road, it was a steady downpour. Wipers groaned across the glass, rhythm matching the engine’s low hum. He muttered, “Great timing,” and kept the rig steady.