Abuliac

in the rain...

As I walked home from the parking lot, rain slowly began to fall. It started with a few drops and soon a steady stream was dripping from my hair. Surprising for November, this rain was a pleasure... the kind of refreshing wetness usually reserved for summer rain.

A driver-by asked if I needed a ride, pitying me in the weather. He must have thought I was crazy in refusing, but he couldn't have understood.

After an awful week, every fiber in my body wanted to cry, but no tears were necessary when my cheeks were already wet. There is a comfort in being surrounded by a force that is at the same time indifferent and infinitely sympathetic, embracing me in her damp arms.