Drips, Drops, and Down-Pours

This week has been a great one for sure. Monday started out with me only wanting to wear my army-ish jacket with my eternity scarf. So I did. At about 130, while I'm walking home from class I regretted that decision because it was so bloody hot. Jenna and I then started discussing how for the first time in my life, I just wanted it to be cold and allow me to wear my jackets. 

I spoke too soon.

Tuesday, it was rained nearly all day. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE the rain. I love the way it makes everyone just relax and suddenly wearing a sweatshirt or sweats isn't a frumpy thing, its cute. Even if certain boys don't think so.... You know who you are.... I love how the gray skies aren't necessarily a downer but more of a reminder to take a break, think about things and relax, enjoy life and remember it's a blessing to have sunny, warm days, even if it means you can't wear your favorite jacket. I thought that by moving up to Logan I'd hate the weather and that almost was a deciding factor for me not to come up here. I don't really enjoy the cold. I'm always cold and when it's cold outside I just shake and ultimately complain. But really I'm learning to love the cold weather. Sure, it's cold but it could be worse. And I'm sure it will get worse but I'm not so against it anymore.

Anyway, Tuesday, I walk out of my apartment, not really wanting to go to Biology because Jenna was sleeping in and a relaxing day watching movies sounded really nice. But I was already ready and might as well go now. So I did. I start walking up to the bus stop and it starts to rain a little. More then just a few drops but not a down pour. That escalated quickly into a straight up dumping of buckets right on my head it felt like. And of course it escalated while I was on the bus, covered and hit it's hardest while I was walking to my class.

I was drenched walking into the biology building. My sweatshirt was just like a sponge and my gray jeans were a much darker gray now. My shoes looked new.. they were just soaked. Then it seeped into my socks, making my toes little icicles ready to fall off at any second. I sat miserable in that class for an hour and a half and ran to the bus stop immediately after.
I got home, put my school sweats back on and Mikes big sweatshirt that buries me. I love it. I put on my white fuzzy Costco socks and grabbed my Zebra Snuggie. I curled up in front of the tv and turned on "Never Been Kissed" It pretty much sucked. I slept through most of it... Big surprise.


Since then, every time I walk out of a building or my house, it starts to rain. It's happened 5 times in 24 hours. However, the one time it didn't happen was when I was wearing my rain coat.


Mother Nature was just mocking me at that point. 

I still love the rain. The smell, the wet ground, the darker sidewalk, the dripping roofs, the relaxed look people get when they just sit and watch it, everything. I just would like to enjoy it at the right times.

Anyone want to do this next time?! :)