Moments: Running From The Rain

Years ago, back when I was 8 or 9 years old, when I was still living in Florida. I remember playing at the playground right by my house. There was no one as I remember it. Just me.

But in the distance I could see dark clouds, and I just stood there and watched them. As they inched closer my way.

As they got closer, I saw with with clouds came the rain. A heavy rain. The type that turns whatever mood you are in into bad.

I felt excited. Just standing there, as the Rain came towards me. And right before it hit me, I decided to race the clouds and its shower of acid rain.

I remember my thoughts as I raced home. I can't get caught by the acid no matter what. I'll win. The rain was but maybe 2 meters behind me. While I ran I had the biggest smirk on my face.

The thrill and excitement was bliss. I was the prey, and I knew this predator wouldn't catch me. Catch me if you can. I thought to myself.

And it couldn't. I had won. I was home and I was dry. I told my self I wouldn't forget that moment. It was a moment I relive in my mind all the time. It was my heaven. Racing the wind. Racing the Storm.

And winning.