what caught my eye today

the best thing about today was the downpour in which I was drenched for twenty minutes. I strode boldly into the storm, unlike those who huddled, uncertain, doubtfully tearing at their cotton hoods. I had no hood and felt such delight from the forgotten sensation of cool spring rain, dropping and dousing and running in rivulets down my scalp. my hair turned from brown to black and became ropes, collating against my cheek and trying to squirm beneath my collar. My rain-proof jacket worked, though my shoes and trousers did not. they however had never made such bold claims; neither had my socks. cold feet are perhaps the only unpleasant side effect of striding through the pelting rain. i smiled at the sidewalk.