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I went to the store, just before midnight, as I am prone to doing.
As I left my apartment building, I took a deep breath of warm, humid air. I could taste the rain that was on its way.
It was as I was on the way back from the store that I felt the first drop; a sliver of cold hitting my arm and then vanishing.
I stood at the bus stop near my building for a few minutes, waiting for the storm I knew was about to start.
Pinpricks of ice-cold water hit my arms, my face. The storm was edging closer.
The trees danced wildly in the wind, which was no longer just a gentle breeze, but a force to be reckoned with.
The drops that landed were bigger now, visible in the streetlight. I could feel them hitting my skin, dripping down my face.
Still, I stayed away from my home. I closed my eyes, turned my face up to the sky and whispered, "Come on," encouraging Mother Nature to show me what she's got.
The rain started in earnest, noisily coming down through trees, hitting the pavement hard. And I whispered once again, "You can do better than that."
The skies opened up even more and raindrops tumbled through the sky, pounding the sidewalk, ripping through leaves, threatening to soak me in a matter of moments. I smiled and walked down the hundred feet or so towards my building, satisfied that it promised to be a good summer storm.
As I left my apartment building, I took a deep breath of warm, humid air. I could taste the rain that was on its way.
It was as I was on the way back from the store that I felt the first drop; a sliver of cold hitting my arm and then vanishing.
I stood at the bus stop near my building for a few minutes, waiting for the storm I knew was about to start.
Pinpricks of ice-cold water hit my arms, my face. The storm was edging closer.
The trees danced wildly in the wind, which was no longer just a gentle breeze, but a force to be reckoned with.
The drops that landed were bigger now, visible in the streetlight. I could feel them hitting my skin, dripping down my face.
Still, I stayed away from my home. I closed my eyes, turned my face up to the sky and whispered, "Come on," encouraging Mother Nature to show me what she's got.
The rain started in earnest, noisily coming down through trees, hitting the pavement hard. And I whispered once again, "You can do better than that."
The skies opened up even more and raindrops tumbled through the sky, pounding the sidewalk, ripping through leaves, threatening to soak me in a matter of moments. I smiled and walked down the hundred feet or so towards my building, satisfied that it promised to be a good summer storm.
