On me usual walk one morning, a few weeks back, I pass a fella traversing through this area.
I check he out from the corner o' me eye. He look stringy lean and mean. He ain't watching me, I ain't watching he. I hustle past he, hold me head straight. Must be a thief scouting out the area.
I walk around to the other road, turn again into this road. The rain start to fall, ayyyiee, it feel soft and cool. I strolling now. I drift past a tree. Underneath that tree the lean, mean dude huddling, hugging up heself, sheltering from the rain.
He call to me. "You ain't frighten you ketch a cold?"
Oww, he sound so sweet, like a mother's boy, or like he talking to a baby. How I want to laugh. I stop to answer he.
Hear me like one Miss Toughie, "Nah man, you can’t ketch cold from rain. Cold does come from virus, you ketch it from touching things that people with cold touch, and you rub it in you eyes, nose...or they sneeze on you..."
"Nooo," he insist like he talking to a li'l chile. "The rain does give you a cold."
"When you bathe you does ketch cold?" I ask he.
"That different," he say.
"Me? I ain’t ketching no cold from no rain. I walk in rain plenty, plenty times. All over, in plenty, different places, and I never ketch one cold from one drop o' rain."
He smiling but he eyes look proper worried, he wrinkle up he brow and so. "Noooo," he still insist, “is the rain does give you cold."
And he continue hugging up heself, cloaking up under the tree while I gone me grinning way.
Maybe the rain here different, or maybe the air here different, I ain't know, I just ain't know...if you walk in the rain, or if you sleep with you window open you gon ketch a cold, that is what people here does say.
I ain't know, I just ain't know...maybe it got to be a certain kind o' rain that does sprinkle down the cold bug at a certain time o' the year; or maybe it got to be a certain kind o' breeze that does blow in the bug at a certain time o' the year...
It been drizzling li'l, li'l bit, on and off. And last night I sleep with me window open like every single night.
And I ketch a...
I ain't know, I just ain't know.
Ow Lawd, no let me see that stranger in the rain again, at least not while I got this cold.
"You see I tell you rain does give you cold. You must drink..." And he gon launch into a cold treatment using every kind o' bush from the roadside...boil this, boil that...