I should’ve known something was up when the clouds started looking at me funny. I had procrastinated all afternoon, debating whether I should walk to the store. Finally, I decided yes, now is the moment. I got dressed, opened the door, and took one single step outside. The sky must’ve hit a big red “GO” button, because instantly plop, plop, plop, raindrops. No warning. No drizzle warm-up. Just an immediate “and we’re live” downpour.
Fine, I thought. I’ll tough it out. But as I walked toward the store, the rain decided tough love wasn’t enought went full power mode. My shirt was sticking to me like I owed it money. When I finally got to the store, the rain politely let up. It was like it just wanted me soggy enough to squeak with each step. I came back outside, bags in hand, and guess what? Yep! Storm round two. The rain apparently didn’t feel its work was complete without a dramatic closing scene. I made it home drenched, staring at the now-clear sky. I swear I heard the clouds laughing.
