Happiness is a warm rain

The first time I ever lived in DC I was 19, and I tried so very hard to be grown-up. Balanced my checkbook every month, always did my homework, made sure my guy friends ate their veggies, and I brought an umbrella with me to work every day because you just never know. Now I test my weather-prediction powers, sometimes riding the bus, 'brelly in tow, sometimes pressing my luck with the bike. Today Mother Nature won with an 8 o'clock storm.

First thunder rumbled when I stepped outside; first tiny droplets fell as I bade my friend farewell at the metro entrance; first umbrellas went pop! while I was crossing the circle. Then I rode home in the rain. And it was lovely. I'm sure that a dry seat and short ride helped. My shoes were just starting to get squishy as I rolled up to my house, and that would not have done for much longer.

But really - warm water on your face, whisked away as quickly as it comes, is a pleasant feeling. The sound of rainfall is soothing, too. And everybody needs some unexpected playtime.