趁雨还没到

Dinner at the alley entrance has just been set out, but half the sky suddenly turns dark.

An auntie shouts, “Before the rain arrives, move the soup inside first!”

The children handle chopsticks, the adults handle tables, and everyone runs as if in a race.

A neighbor takes down the paper lamps one by one while the wind is still not strong.

Someone wants to eat one bite of fried food first and gets their hand lightly slapped by the owner.

She says, “You can sneak a bite while it's hot, but not while it's raining.”

When the first raindrop falls, the last plate of greens has just made it inside.

While the door is still open, everyone calls in the passing mail carrier too.

The rain is loud, but inside is livelier, because everyone has brought in a little mess and a little aroma.