I wonder if anybody will ever read this. Ever. I never was an optimist, and it seems pointless to assume that people will take some sort of odd interest in this meaningless blog.
It finally happened. Today, it rained. I've been anticipating the storm for weeks. The sky was seiged and overtaken by clouds until it was a vast, rolling field of textural hills. The storm hit us full speed. It was so breathtakingly beautiful that I wondered if it could really be what scientists proclaim it to be. Evaporated water collecting into fluffy clouds which become too heavy to continue floating. To me, it seemed that the clouds were merely a heavenly veil concealing thousands of grim-faced angels whose solemn duty is to drop these crystalized tears through the smog. As the crystal tears plummet to earth, they melt and become rain.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to stand out in the street with my head thrown back. Being at work at the time, I was forced to bustle through the kitchen carrying trays, dirty dishes, and picking up any slack left by my coworkers. It was tempting to simply bolt. What could they do? I would lose my job, probably. Would it be worth the ten-minute thunderstorm? Wouldn't I cherish the memory for the entirety of my life? To run through the tendrils of smoke, curling up from the steaming pavement, to toss my arms up and spin on my heel, to coo at the sky as if it were a smile child that I could coddle, and to pretend for one blessed moment that nothing in the whole world mattered more than that single instant.
That's what I would have done.
But I fully intend to leave this bloody state someday. I can't stand the mountains. It makes me sick to think about the way the entire city sits in this wretched bowl, and all the people float around like self-righteous cheerios. Their milk is blind religion.
Leaving would require certain things, though. Like money. You know - currency. It rules the world. I've picked up a job at a nursing center in order to save for college. It's still a ways away... especially since I haven't actually done as much saving as I thought I would. It isn't easy to not spend money when you actually have it! I'm determined to keep trying, and I know I can slowly build my self-restraint until, eventually, the money really does stay in the bank.
Anyhow, my point (before my random digression) is that I need to keep earning money. That requires a job. That requires not running outside during the busiest part of the afternoon in order to dance in the torrential downpour.
By the time I escaped to my car, (who is named Allen, by the way... what? you don't name your vehicals?) the rain had subsided. Fortunately, there were enough clouds left to hide me away from the sun. We aren't friends... the sun and I. It tends to fry my delicate skin, causing me to peel and freckle. In return, I shun the great ball of fire like the plague. Believe me, I look better as a pasty, gaunt ghost than I would with a peppered complexion.
That's all. That was my day, besides a pit stop at the library.

                    "Now I just stare into the sun and I see everything I've done. I think I could have been someone, but I can't stop what has begun." ~ Nine Inch Nails.

                                                                                                     ML