DRIVING IN THE RAIN

Dear Journal,





I write to you today still dripping from the rain outside. As I left work this afternoon the clouds covered the sun in quite a hurry as they sprayed the earth with their drops. I ran through them trying to reach my car as fast as I could. I open the door and jumped in catching my breath as I watched through my windshield. I wished at first, the sun would shine again. I started my car and turned on the radio to listen for the weather report. As I began to drive I noticed that all the other people had gone home already or decided to work late. That was nice because I was able to pull right out of the parking lot without any waiting in the bottle neck traffic that normally occurs after work.

I drove onto the highway as I now turned down the radio and I listened to the sloshing of my tires on the pavement. I felt alone but safe. There had been one other car in sight and it was ahead by a at least a half a mile. I wished it would rain just to get me home everyday and no longer wanted the sun to come back.

As I took my exit and found my self back in the town, I thought of how empty the park must be today. I drove there and sat in my car for a moment. No one. I was alone and could park anywhere I wanted to. I got out of my car and walked. I walked through the park as rain soaked my hair and dripped down my face washing away whatever make-up was left. I stopped walking in the middle of the park and took a deep breath. I reached my arms out and let the rain wash me as if I were taking the in souls.

I walked some more with anything to cover my hair or even a jacket on. When the rain begin to slow, I decided it was time to go home. So hear I am writing to you. I loved the time I shared with the rain today as it made me feel as if I were a person to nature and nature was a person to me.