Summer Rain

I woke up this morning and said to myself "I am going to go to Davis Square today," partially because I was in need of some things that the Brooks there could provide me with and partially just because I wanted to get out of my room for awhile. But of course, things did not go as I planned. I looked outside and I thought, it's hot out there. I checked weather.com, which confirmed that it was indeed a fairly warm day. Did I really want to walk all the way to Davis and back just for a few items? After giving the matter deep consideration, I decided to go to the convenience store down the hill from my place instead.

I managed to pick up a case of cokes and something frozen to eat for lunch, but not the things I really needed. It seemed that I would have to walk to Davis after all. But wait! I realized that I own a bike. Not only would this make the trip shorter, but it would also provide me with a constant breeze to protect me from the heat. But did I really want to carry my bike all the way down a flight of stairs, ride all the way to Davis with my shoddy breaks, search for an unknown amount of time for a place to lock up my bike once there, struggle up the steep hill on which my house is located on the way back, and then carry my bike back up the stairs? No, in reality, I did not. So, instead I wasted away the day watching TV, as usual.

However, around 8pm, after smallville went off, I became extremely bored, mostly because I knew nothing else good would be on TV till 11pm (ADULT SWIM - you better know about it and love it). So, since it was getting dark and cooling off and I was freaking starving, I decided to take that trip to Davis after all. I had my route all planned out. I'd go to Brooks first, grab what I needed, then head over to Anna's Taquería (best burritos ever), order a chicken burrito to go, bring it all home, and enjoy it with a nice cold coke. I dressed myself in bike riding friendly attire, I carried my bike down the stairs, bared down really hard on my breaks going down the steep hill I live on and prayed not to flip over the handle bars or go shooting off into the street at the bottom, then began riding at a leisurely pace down college ave. I got about a half a block away from the rotary (about 3 blocks) when without any warning at all, it begings pouring.

Really though, there were no scattered drops or light showers. Just, all of the sudden, sheets of water were falling on me. So, I turn around and start heading home thinking that I obviously was not meant to go to Davis Square today. Now, I was afraid to pedal too fast, because my bike has really bad brakes and there was water everywhere. On top of that, there was water running into my eyes like crazy. I kept trying to blink it away, but that just left room for more to fill the space. So, I couldn't stop and I could barely see. All I could think was, please let me make it home before the lightening starts.

After awhile though, I had to admit that the rain felt really damn nice. It's great to just get drenched with cold water when you're really hot. I was glad I had a logical excuse for being out in the downpour. I also began hoping that my boyfriend would have gotten home in the time that I was gone (even though only about 20 minutes had elapsed), because I figured he would really appreciate a drenched me. Well, I made it home in one piece and he did happen to be there and he did, of course, enjoy the soggy mess that came walking through the door.