Random Short Stories

Rainy days

I like rainy days.

On days like that, the bright blue sky is no more and often, rain starts to fall.

The happy chirping of the little birds are gone, replaced by crashes of thunder signalling a storm.

As rain falls drop by drop, people open colourful umbrellas or scurry for shelter. Some lucky others hide away in their homes, window closed tight and snuggling under covers.

The crowd thins.

I like rainy days.

The streets are empty, or mostly they are. I can do anything. Run, dance, splash in puddles. Nobody will judge, nobody will see. Even the thunder and lightning can't stop me.

I can stand in the rain with arms outstretched, embracing the icy wind and cooling drops splashing on my skin.

I like rainy days.

As the rain slowly stops, the city comes back to life, much like a beautiful morning sunrise. I can hear tweeting again and sounds of umbrellas snapping shut. People flood the streets once more. Life goes on. The only thing to remember it by, is the dew drops that litter the plants and the slippery wet floor.

I like rainy days.