RIDER ON THE STORM

It all started as summer storms do, just a few drops, the kind that don't get you seriously wet, the ones you actually enjoy after a period of no rain at all. I didn't get my umbrella because I thought I wouldn't need it, and although practically everybody said to me it was a bad idea to walk under the rain, I decided to do it.

At first I took pleasure in getting myself wet, but before I knew it, I was soaking. I could have stopped under a few trees I found on my way, but you know what they say about trees and storms,... I actually didn't care that much about the rain because I thought you were in my same situation.

But you weren't, were you? I waited for you under the grey clouds and, as it got dark, I realised you were one of those guys who never risk catching a cold, silly me.