I followed Richard down in the elevator to the ground floor.

We went out through the automatic glass doors into the hospital courtyard.

Cold autumn rain was falling on the concrete.

The wind pushed wet leaves across the walkway.

I stayed under the metal awning to keep my shoes dry.

Richard walked out into the rain and turned to face me.

Raindrops fell on the windshields of the cars in the visitor lot behind him.

He unrolled the paper he was holding.