iThink...thereFore, iAm

There was no shelter to where I needed to catch a bus home. Before fifty meters, I could already feel my shoes getting squishy, despite careful attempts to not step into puddles - the drops of water that naturally flung up with each step were enough to dampen my shoes for a start.

Squishes became squelches, and then turned into splashes, putting more weight into my shoes, making my steps heavier than they already were.

I stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the green man to turn on so I could cross. I felt the water pour on me - my hair was already wet, and each drop trickled down my scalp onto my forehead or past my ears or down the back of my neck. My collar stopped some of the flow, but those that made it past the shoulder ran down my back - not that it mattered because my pants were already soaked anyway. Some of the rain found its way into my eyes, reddening them before they rolled down my nose and cheeks and eventually off my chin.

I felt each drop of water land on me, run its way down, find the lowest point it could flow to and gather there. It washed over me, cooling my skin, making my clothes stick to me. It mixed with tears that came as I walked down the rainy stormy path, both literally and metaphorically, but if i didn’t say anything anyone would have thought it was just rain. I was, after all, a fool who chose to walk in the rain.

Or was I?

I left my laptop in the office, because I knew I had to take that walk in the rain. I planned to, because I had to feel the torrent on my head, my shoulders, feel the water flow over and let myself be soaked.

I had to walk in the rain, and so I did.