I wish it would rain down...down on me
Have you ever walked in the rain? And I don’t mean just jutting out of your
house, getting a few drops on you, and running back in squealing like a little girl. I mean have you ever walked out in
the rain? I did today…perhaps for the
first time ever. It was fantastic. Almost like a religious experience. Well, almost. I had to go over to the Board of Ed. office
after school for an interview with Dr. Brennan for an article I’m writing for
the newspaper (yes, unlike the rest of that freakin’ class, I write). Anyway, it was lightly raining on my way
over. I was dressed like a jackass
today. Shorts, t-shirt, and a fall jacket. Anyway, after the interview, it
was pouring. So I walked,
without an umbrella, in my ridiculous outfit.
I wasn’t perturbed at all by the fact I was gonna walk all the way home
in the pouring rain. I was actually
intrigued by the fact. It was great! My hair got soaked and the water kept pouring
off of it onto my face. The rain was
cold, although it was still kinda warm outside. The refreshing drops rolled down my face, down my nose (which is
quite a commute), down my lips and onto my chin. It was such a refreshing feeling. Just to walk in the rain and not give a damn that I was wet
because…it’s just water. It was…liberating.