Rain

Last night, I finally gave in and went outside with Ashley. All night after the Hang Ten dance at UVM Ashley had been begging Megan and I to go outside where it was much cooler to escape the horrid heat that had been haunting us the past week. Everyday the high temperature reached into the nineties and everyday we begged for rain. We looked forward so badly to the weekend when the forecasts promised for cooler weather.

So at 3 AM, Ashley and I stood outside talking on the front porch when all of a sudden, it started to rain. It came in droplets to begin with, staining the sidewalk like the henna on my arm. With a wild ecstasy, Ashley and I ran out onto the lawn, yelling "RAIN! IT'S RAINING!" We danced on the front lawn. It started raining harder, and the wind blew. It felt so amazing and refreshing after this week of pure hell. It was like fresh air after holding your breath for a really long time. We ran upstairs to go wake Megan up.

"Meg, wake up! IT'S RAINING!"

"Yeah..." she rolled over and went back to sleep.

We ran back outside and ran to the field by the playground downtown. By the time we got there, the rain had drained down to a sprinkle so Ashley cried, "DO A RAIN DANCE!" This prompted me to take off my shirt and start running around the field while screaming at the sky. While this seems drastic and crazy, the most important thing is that it was raining, and the first week is over. Not more hot weather, no more awkward greetings, no more "first days". Now the routine begins, and the year starts. I think that was the most exciting part of the rain.

Peace out!