I was sitting in my room cramming in my last minute summer homework. As the clock droned on...one hour, two hours, four hours, five hours passed, and I still had yet to make a dimple in the heap of assignments in front of me. After a while, my mind grew weary, so I sat back in my chair and looked out my window. I had been working so hard, that I had not even noticed the fierce rain drenching the streets of my quiet neighborhood. Immediately, I stopped what I was doing and walked straight outside...and walked...and walked. I could feel the eyes of construction workers staring at me through the windows of an unfinished mansion down the pathway, but I kept my own eyes locked straight froward and kept on walking. And as I took each step, I heard the tiny raindrops drumming around me to a steady collaborative beat. I felt the wet purity against my exhausted head trickle down my face and onto my chest. And let me tell you; it was exhilarating.
January 19, 2011