das right... (can we get some Barry White music up in here?!)

I can still remember walking home from Elementary on a stormy afternoon. The sidewalks would turn gray from the rain. That cold and familiar scent all around, the sound of the tires kicking up the water as cars passed by. Even though the Sun was gone, the green leaves seemed to intensify their colour as they stood out against everything else.

I had an umbrella shaped like an upside-down cup, transparent, and with a red rim. I would walk through the rain protected by this shield of tough plastic. The wind would make the drops sound as if they were pounding down fiercely.

Then I drew down that shield, gripped it in my hand, and as I was being drenched in rain, I took off laughing, splashing everywhere-- didn't care who was around. But I wasn't running away, I was ..happy. For that moment, I was genuinely happy.