On the Passing of a Storm
I got out of class a little while ago, and it was pouring. I was told the rainy season in Clearwater was over, but apparently not. A commuter student (bless her!) offered to walk me back to the dorm under her umbrella, but after a few steps, I decided to run for it instead of walking huddled and slow. I had already taken off my nice flip flops that I can wear to class and stowed them in my backpack. I took off my glasses and ran, almost slipping on the cobblestone, splashing through the puddles, breaking across the grass around some other girls sharing a large black umbrella, and caught my breath when I reached Emmons (my dorm). I stood there, looking at the cascading waterfall that curtained the stairway to the second floor, glasses in hand, backpack and the front of my clothes soaked. I pulled the hood over my head and ran up the stairs, triumphant and drenched and into the dorm. It was exhilirating to run in the rain like that, I just wished I'd been wearing different clothes! I admired the work the storm had done on my clothes, then changed into my senior hoodie and the pajama pants I made in Home Ec II and made myself a large cup of coffee. I drank it while admiring the grey sky above the main hall that has our classes, and I wrote a short poem about it (found on my poetry page). My mom passed this fascination with thunderclouds and grey skies down to me, though neither one of us can explain why we like days like this as compared to the heat or beautiful sunshine. I can't wait for it to get cold so I can bundle up...well, as cold as it gets in Florida, anyway. Well, just a random story, and I hope someone got a little laugh out of picturing me running through the rain with my backpack and no umbrella! Good times, good times.
posted by Jen @ 12:40 PM
1 Comments:
hey,
sounds fun . . .
How is dorm life treating you? any better? I stayed in the TBC dorms last night. It was nice. I think I would move in if it were practical . . .take care and don't catch cold!
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