Ever since I was a child, I've loved the morning after rain. It's fresh, the sky is bright, and the ground is wet and littered with puddles. You can bundle up, the air still brisk, and the clouds won't loom above in thunderous warning. It's happy. It's new. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡsiOhVJOev6
So every time it rains, I get a bit jittery. I'll look outside the window and watch the continuous drops fall, hitting the ground with a pitter and shaking the leaves. My quiet house filled with the lightest of splashes. I know that when the day is over and the rain stops, the sky will be so blue and so wide that nearly anything feels possible-- It's a beckoning!1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9VfIu5w4Wo
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When I was younger, I would grab my yellow raincoat, pull out my umbrella, and dash out into our neighborhood street, finding only the biggest of puddles to splash in. Then it was only an excuse to get a bit messy. Now, I find myself avoiding the puddles, glancing in them to gaze at my reflection for a second, and then keep walking. Puddles gave me a sense of adventure, but now I find that same sense in other things, like the brighter trees or the glowing horizon. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡaAbqVAI0cm
However, today is not the morning after, and the road is sloppy and wet, my shoes are cold and my hair is drenched. I have no complaints, I enjoy the rain-- watching it, at least-- except wet hair and freezing feet make for a cold walk home. I was in such a hurry this morning I had completely forgotten to bring an umbrella. 1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1fDrgqvT1j
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Trying to avoid the concerned stares I receive from nearly every conscious person I pass, I continue my walk home. Every footstep I took was yet another reminder that the ground was utterly cold and the heavy wind would whip an occasional drop in my eye, rendering me sightless until a few blinks. Long story short, I'm sure I didn't look very happy or thrilled. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡIDIyg9Hhqw
But however overwhelmed I may have looked, it was nothing in comparison to the figure kneeling on the ground, a yellow umbrella to his right, tilted and spilling trailing droplets onto the cement walkway. For a suspended moment, the rain stopped, then started again.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSTZ04WVCwf
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I curiously walked to him, and as I did so he slowly stood up. Strangely, I ask, "Are you alright?"copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡzg3udbPVNF
He turned around, looking at me and then looking down at himself, his bottom half drenched. "I hadn't seen the edge of the curb," he tried to laugh, heaving over and picking up his umbrella, "You could say I gracefully fell."copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJzWUG6glK
Graceful was not the word that popped into my mind. "You're not hurt, are you?" I ask, standing still in pouring rain.copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4oOuMaLddt
He chuckled, walking up to me and flipping the umbrella over both our heads. His hair was pretty wet, I noticed. "Since when was it that a lady made sure a gentleman was okay?" he asked, "Do I look like a damsel in distress?"copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5zRKRbdoyo
He was joking, it was evident on his grinning face, but I disagreed. "Do I ? Because you looked like a fool who wasn't watching where he was walking."copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡkV37w3Mxot
He put his free hand up, faking a wince, "Yeesh, I guess you're right." He looked around, and I was about to step out from under his umbrella when he spoke again. "Are you headed somewhere?" he asked.copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡymWIjsSji7
"Just to my apartment," I clarified, crossing my arms and shivering. "It's pretty close though," I said.copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVM1QCg4uW
"Good, then it shouldn't be a problem for me to walk you back?" he asked, and as much as I'd have liked to say no, my apartment was literally only a block away, so I wouldn't have to walk with him long, and the relief from rain was... well, relieving. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡ83VNQEJNNe
"I suppose. It's just around this block," I explained, pointing with a pale hand. 1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEmKiHAYlej
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We begin walking at a steady pace, and seconds into our strut I began to regret my decision. He was just walking, quietly, beside me. Without a word. Strange, I noted, he seemed to talkative before. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNYcbjpC8u
"Cat got your tongue?" I forced myself to talk first. 1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtzPONcc9Xr
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"Sorry," he smiled and looked at my out of the corner of his eye, "I'm not very good at small talk when I'm nervous," he admitted. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡsEgaBaS4pE
"That's hard to believe, since only a moment ago you were Chatty Cathy herself," I scoffed. Normally I'm not this rude, but playful banter was the only way I could talk and not be awkward.copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡruKu8l9Idf
"I was only being polite," he defended himself, laughing in a good-natured way. In a way I respected. "Is that your apartment up there?" he asked, changing the subject. I looked up and realized that we were a few footsteps away from the awning of my apartment building. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡ54HZKIkIIz
"Yes, that's the one," I said, turning to him and giving him my thanks. "I appreciated the umbrella," I said.copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡDrNFdmsYzL
He nodded, turning around and walking the same direction we had come from. He must have been walking the other direction-- he went out of his way to walk me back and the retrace his steps. I smiled, suddenly warming up, how sweet. He turned around and caught me staring, hesitantly stopping, and then running back to me. 1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPzQohWC66j
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Slightly out of breath, he said, "How about we meet tommorrow morning? I have a few classes, but after 10:00 I'm free." He was courageous and nervous at the same time.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuH5clNi6gI
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I looked at him for a long while, debating whether I say yes, or I say no. I hadn't even been on a date before. "Sure," I finally spoke, and he visibly relaxed. copyright protection1210ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Gkx9m7cCN
"Mind if I give you my number?" he asked, taking out his phone, "You can text me and I'll save the number." We exchanged numbers and he turned around, again, retracing his steps. I watched him go and he turned around and caught me staring. Throwing one last smile, he disappeared behind a small crowd.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyl18GRDnLq
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Tomorrow would be new.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFINAAu31gg
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