Rain
I was the one smiling and laughing, slowing down as the thunder rumbled not so far away whilst the others flung their hoods over their heads and stuck hands into pockets, shoulders raised and back tensed against the wetness. I was the one deliberately not making the effort to step around puddles. I didn't hold my nose as I walked past the flooded drain.
Never before has being rained on felt so liberating, nor hair mousse tasted so good. Forgot that my hair was clinging limply to my cheeks, forgot I was wearing an over-sized, borrowed jumper, pretended to forget it had a hood.
I passed a woman walking down my street with an umbrella. My eyes found hers hidden under the dripping rim, and I smiled. She smiled back twice as wide, and we slowed down for a second to smile like that for just a second longer.
She was probably thinking the same as I was. Life is good.
Never before has being rained on felt so liberating, nor hair mousse tasted so good. Forgot that my hair was clinging limply to my cheeks, forgot I was wearing an over-sized, borrowed jumper, pretended to forget it had a hood.
I passed a woman walking down my street with an umbrella. My eyes found hers hidden under the dripping rim, and I smiled. She smiled back twice as wide, and we slowed down for a second to smile like that for just a second longer.
She was probably thinking the same as I was. Life is good.
kiwiqueen - 15. Jun, 18:50