A rainy day

I woke up today to the sound of rain. I love this constant knocking on my window. It relaxes me in a way nothing else can. I was happy I had to go to class in this weather. I took my coat, but no umbrella because the best thing about rain is getting wet with it.

I went out and could smell the freshness of the air. Sadly, it had just stopped raining, but water had already accomplished its goal. The air was clean and humid and the taste in my mouth was salty. It was a little cold, mainly because of the wind that was starting to blow.

Streets were wet and accumulating water, as if they were welcoming autumn and storing as much liquid as they could for the next hot summer.  I could hear the sound of wheels against the pavement, lifting water and spreading it around.

I looked up and realized why I felt the wind blowing so hard. The clouds were making way for the sun and I was sure I had to just wait a little while for a rainbow to appear. I discovered up in the sky a space between two dark clouds were light had managed to make its way through. It looked exactly as if God were trying to speak to humans over those grey large balls of cotton. The landscape was so perfect that I thought for once people were actually going to listen.