Getting Caught in the Rain
So I'm walking around the Plaza, thinking of doing some shopping while I enjoy my brand new haircut (nothing drastic, just 7 inches off and some layering), when it starts raining. Like, really really raining.
Like, the river's gonna rise and the streets are gonna be it's tributaries, raining.
I decided to cut my losses and go home. While standing on the bus (standing, because to sit would just be getting the seat all wet for the next passenger) I reflected that there is an upside to being completely, soaking, squish-when-I-walk, I'll-have-to-peel-off-my-clothes drenched -- I now had every reason, nay, every right! to stomp in every puddle I cross on the way home.
And I did.
Now I'm cozy at home in dry clothes, while my dripping wet things hang in the shower. I think I'll make some popcorn and watch a movie while the rain sheets down the windows.
♥
Pity about the hair though.
Like, the river's gonna rise and the streets are gonna be it's tributaries, raining.
I decided to cut my losses and go home. While standing on the bus (standing, because to sit would just be getting the seat all wet for the next passenger) I reflected that there is an upside to being completely, soaking, squish-when-I-walk, I'll-have-to-peel-off-my-clothes drenched -- I now had every reason, nay, every right! to stomp in every puddle I cross on the way home.
And I did.
Now I'm cozy at home in dry clothes, while my dripping wet things hang in the shower. I think I'll make some popcorn and watch a movie while the rain sheets down the windows.
♥
Pity about the hair though.