Rain

The rain is pouring down outside the window of my classroom in sheets. It's a beautiful sight… everyone's footsteps can be heard from the end of the hall squishing their way towards the door. The sound of the rain dropping outside the window sounds exactly like coffee percolating, and I became so excited when I walked through the door thinking some angel had brought us coffee on this oh so rainy of days! But as I frantically looked around and attempted to locate the saving lifeblood, I realized that it was only the sound of the rain hitting the drain pipe. Outside, inches of rain washed over my flip-flop clad feet as I made my way up the hills on my way to class. This is why I'm glad I didn't wear jeans, I thought. They would have been wet and sticking to my legs all day…instead my skirt will dry rather rapidly- already the spots are fading. And the rain caresses my bare legs and I forget about the heavy burden on my shoulder...