Rain

I went down to the cities today to take the SAS base programming certification test again. The sky was dark. I walked out of the greyhound bus stop, with half bag of take-out from taco johns as my lunch, worrying about the coming rain. Luckily it did not rain when I was walking 10 blocks to the lightrail, and when I was waiting for the transfer bus coming, and when I was searching the test center. It finally rained cats and dogs when I was having supper in a Chinese restaurant with a passing score report in my bag.

I was contented and watched the rain leisurely. Rainy days can be very annoying. If your umbrella goes up and water comes in, or cars run by and splash, or for girls a white shirt or skirt becomes translucent. Rain can also be enjoyable. It rushes dirty away, freshes the air, and arouses some nostalgia. I remember it kept knocking my windows like an old friend when I was in blue. I remember it created fun ponds for the kids to jump in. I also remember being sent an umbrella during a rainy day means you're cared about by someone.

Some promises are about rains, some dreams are about rains, some hopes like rainbows are hidden in the rains. Diamonds-look, tears-look water drops were falling down, falling into my memories.