Rain

I saw the Angelenos walking hurriedly with their umbrellas. It was raining- something so unknown to them. Nobody would pause or slow down; the faster they could get inside a building, the better.

I looked around and couldn't make eye contact- everyone was looking down. I was looking up, I was smiling. I was happy. Happy to feel the rain.

I sat on a bench. A bench that it's usually taken, but not today because it was wet. I sat there. I smile and promised myself some things. People that passed by seemed confused because of the lonely girl sitting under the rain.

But somehow I think that lonely girl was happier than anyone that walked by her. Point made.