Taking a drag from the rough smoke I lean over my desk. Group projects have gotten to me lately. It’s been a complete departure from being in control of my day. For someone who aspires to live in the now, not being in control of it is something uncomfortable. Meetings, deadlines, pricks, egos.
There is rain outside my window, it is relaxing me from the stress in a dimension and corner of my life. Thunder is an oddly pacifying sound. I am truly shocked as to why so many people avoid the rain. Sometimes I feel like I need to use an umbrella simply because I couldn’t imagine how unenjoyable fielding all of the confused and scornful looks from passers by could be.
I remember a time I was walking home from a party drunk, on a rainy evening. It was right before the rain started. The anticipation was captivating. I was enjoying the brisk wind on my face, my arm around a beautiful girl. We parted ways by the stoplight in the crosswalk, and I walked home alone as it started pouring. It was odd, but that was the most I have ever enjoyed getting drenched in the rain.