Rain
Tiny drops of water turn quickly from droplets to pellets as tens of people rush out of the train on their way home from work and their daily commute. Everyone rushes to grab their umbrellas, coats and bags to shield themselves from the sheets of rain, rain so thick you can see barely see through its whiteness as it slides and jumps off of the pavement. And I, in the middle of all this, my hood of my rain coat on, not doing as much as I wish it would, my jeans getting soaked through instantly, suspiciously only on the right side, and the biggest smile on my face the entire time.
This whole scene is utter chaos. In seconds the sky just decided to open itself up. And I, as well as many unhappy people, were stuck in the middle of it all, no protection or shelter, just us and the storm. And I couldn’t help but smile and laugh at it all. It was amazing! It was spectacular! And to all the people swearing behind me, it was a nuisance, an inconvenience. Where I saw hundreds of little fish dancing off the pavement and flying into the air, they saw water droplets out to get their feeble clothing and destroy their stable plans and realities with the dreaded ‘cold’. To me it was a beautiful rhythmic dance on a minuscule level, something to revel in, absorb every minute of because it wouldn’t last. But they couldn’t wait to escape the instant it started. I bet they’ve never really seen the rain.