It’s raining today.
I’m usually equipped with the whole ensemble – raincoat, rain boots, umbrella. I usually pack an extra pair of socks in case the child in me emerges and I end up playing a rough game of puddle hopscotch. I usually brew an extra thermos of coffee in case of an extended bus ride, by which raindrops entertain me, as I listen to a ballad or two, chasing my thoughts down with a sultry sip, or two, of my beloved caffeine. I usually send a few texts out, wishing these beautiful souls in my life a safe trip home, if not advising against that second cup of Swiss Miss – with the marshmallows, of course – that they swore off after committing to their thirtieth diet regimen. I usually silently hum Gene Kelly’s 1952 classic, which is clearly cliche for days like this, but who the hell cares?
I’m usually equipped for rainy days.
But today, I stand drenched from the waterfalls of the sky. And my eyes.
You win. I have resisted you for too long.