Most people that reads my blog knows that me and the rain are mortal enemies. This war between us has been going on since the day I can remember. The rain has tried it's best to drench me with it's watery terror, but it only managed to do it once.
A few days ago, the rain finally arrived. This time it brought company.
I was asked to volunteer at this community center I visit every now and then. Knowing me as a good friend, don't turn requests for friends. I immediately answered "Yes" on the phone and told them I would arrive the next day. Now that I think about it I am starting to get too many requests from my friends. At this rate, I am going to have to start charging for my services.
I left my house in a confident move. I started walking forward. Everything was fine. There was a large cloud in the sky, but I was sure that I could beat the rain. Four blocks away, the rain begins to pour down. Without an umbrella or a raincoat, the rain started coming down to my clothes and everything I was wearing sucked in all that water like a sponge.
I remember looking up in the clouds telling the rain "You finally caught me."
With no roof over my head, I decided to continue walking with all the the water continuing to add up in my clothes. I tried my best not to cry, but I will admit that it was a little difficult for me not to. All I wanted was to have a good day, but the rain finally decided to fulfill it's plan by having my day miserable.
I finally made it to the community center and that's when the internal anger was ready to explode. The second my hand touched the door the rain stopped on the spot. It was like the weather faucet was turned off and human nature decided to stop. I felt played and offended.
Ms. Gardner, one of the women that works at the community center opened the door to let me in. Then I said the one sentence that I believe informed me that the rain had some company.
"Why are you so wet?" she asked.
I looked up at her and said "I think God is playing with me."
Two seconds later, lightning struck near the center. We both jumped inside for safety. We both thought that strike was for me. While walking to the front, I kept thinking "Did I say something bad about God? I didn't think it was offensive."
In the end, the rain soaked me dramatically for the second time in my entire life. It was a day that I will never forget.