A Rainy Day

Tim Woollins

The ice cold rain pummels down on the nylon umbrellas of the scurrying people. They are running from side to side of the broad pavement trying to evade the heavy rain. I walk alone the damp grass enjoying the downpour, after a long day of school the rain relaxes me. The cold water bouncing off my flat brown hair cools me down. I meander my way to the archway that leads up to the Whey Pat Tavern.

I stop and enjoy the rain, the rain dancing on top of everything around me, the rain gets heavier as I scamper across the road and notice a small bird looking in all directions with beady bright eyes. It sits there, perching on a small tree branch sheltered from the rain. I continue down the narrowing tarmac path wondering why people dislike the rain.

To me it is one of the best things in life (for reasons I am not aware of). The rain pitter patters off the hard road and I watch as the sky looks mercilessly grey. The rain does not look like it will stop falling. I get to a Y junction as cars zoom past me, splashing water near my feet.

The rain continues, I decide to go the long way back and start to stroll down the pavement admiring a few interesting houses. A black and yellow sports car whizzes past me and splashes a puddle over me. I grin and carry on walking down the slippery pavement. I run my fingers through my hair and take pleasure from the coldness of it. I notice the rain hitting the ground with a violent splash. As it ricochets off the road it is like a mini explosion.

A blue arid white school bus passes and I look in the windows, I see a friend of mine. I smile and wave at him, he makes the crazy" sign at me as he passes by. I see a man walking his dog, the man wearing a dull grey anorak. His dog is obviously enjoying the rain more then him. Both drenched the dog stops and shakes its entire body, but within mere seconds of doing so is covered in water. I work my way up to the round-about, five or so minutes away from my home. I wait for no cars and cross over to the other pavement. I look to my right and observe lots of people playing football. Overrated I think to myself as people shout arid scream at the players, the two colours of uniform glint with the rain so pure and clean.

I notice my reflection in a puddle and see that it is a lot brighter then before. The sun is starting to come out from behind the cream coloured clouds. I decide to walk slower so I can enjoy the rain to its fullest. The hammering downpour slowly turns into a light drizzle. I cross Middleshade road and am only a few minutes away from my home.

The rain stops abruptly as I glance at the sky. It shines a bright blue in most places, a few wisps of cloud and some small puddles are the only evidence of the rain. I get to a very narrow lane full of hedges and bushes and head down towards my home. As I near the end of the lane I see an eruption of colour, a rainbow.

I open my house gate and get to the back door. I reach into my pocket a grab my wallet. I carefully unzip it and pull out my keys. I look at the rainbow one last time and head inside my house.