The march was almost over when the clouds finally made good their threat and dumped a generous allowance of rain on Portland. We tramped enthusiastically through the streets of the city getting undeniably wet feet. We should have known that in Oregon it would rain on our parade.
Mercy wrapped her boys in rain jackets and ducked under the nearest roof.
Sam and her camera crew beat a hasty retreat.
Lyssa and Deborah, Myrine and Lily, Virginia and Diana, Carrie and Elaine opened their umbrellas and stormed the Portland Building.
And so Portlandia was taken by thousands of women in the guise of drowned rats. We didn't mind. We were exultant. We may not have looked like much, but we were proud of ourselves.