Rainy days have always been horrible. Wet, cold, windy and gray - they're simply dreadful. If there was enough of it, the rain would probably bring the whole day down. Nothing would ever be finished if it rained all the time, because it'd be wet and slippery. You'd get wet, your bags would get wet, the street would be wet - what a drag! I suppose, in a way, they could've been made as punishment for cutting down half the trees in the world - even though we really did need them.

But even so, with all the negative impacts and feelings that rainy days have, I've always liked the rainy days. I've never found the wet and drippy rain gross at all - but rather, refreshing. The dull gray color that covered the streets was more of a color the comforted me, and let me know that the world was cold. I loved to just sit and listen as the rain bounced off of the pavement, making puddles and soaking us down to the bone. I've always thought that sunny days were overrated - we have too many of them. After all, it only rains a bit more than a hundred days a year, doesn't it? Maybe it all just depends.

It's hard to see what's so special about the sun. It's a giant flaming ball out in space that just happens to be 30 times larger than the earth. The fact that it'll probably explode one of these days is a truly comforting feeling. You can't really run through the sun either. When you say you ran through the sun, people would probably stare at you and think you're weird. Run through the sun? What the hell is that?

Rainy days are special. They aren't something you see every day. And if something special happens, it's usually raining. I met my YOU on a rainy night. Haha that was my special night, when the program was about to start a heavy rain came unexpectedly and after an hour the rain stopped. We started to know each other while the program was goin on, funny thing ain't it? We exchanged digits, asked lot of things to each other; we sent morning greetings and good nights, we had meals together, we used to talk all day long (we became very close) and see each other almost everyday, your sistahs, niece and friends were teasing us, (haha) you even asked them to bring some fruits for me. We also watched the opening of ncaa, it was a hot sunny day but when were on our way to Arrant a heavy rain unexpectedly came again!! (dat was the day when you asked me to keep the other piece of otis socks!! You brought it with you to Arrant.) It was also raining when were on our way to your house for otis birthday (we both cut our class), we huddled under one umbrella and walked to the overpass together. We had dinner with your family and chat lots of thing bout you me. While walking on our way home you told me that…. I’m special! I’m the only girl who went to your house and met your family. It rained harder as we got on my home and our hair, uniforms and the clothes underneath were soaked through and through. It was always raining when will you drop me off at home. Unfortunately, the rain isn't always very happy. Something usually goes wrong in return for all of the good things. Slipping on the wet grass, flooding, getting stuck in traffic.                                                                                                                    

  For me, unfortunately, it was rainy day when – –

A loud honk from a car snapped me out of my thoughts and my hand froze with the pen still in the writing position. I glanced out the window to see that it was raining - well, drizzling. It wasn't exactly raining, but small drops were coming down from the sky. I got up and stood by the window, to get a better view of whatever was happening outside. There was a rumble of thunder and thunder flashed from far away. I bit my lip. It's a nice time to go out now... except for the thunder... should I...?

I turned back to my little diary that my mom gave me for my 8th birthday. I had pulled it out earlier and read through my old entries, finding it funny how I went on and on about the little things in life, like what to wear for picture day and how cute the boys from the third grade were with their cool new shoes. There were times where I stopped halfway through and entry too, and I didn't write in the diary for years. There was a short section on the first year of high school and that was all that was left. I added on with a fresh start about the rain, but didn't finish my thought.

It was a rainy day when... when I decided to forget that I ever even had rainy days with YOU!!

I shook my head, getting myself back from the land of memories. What happened to you...? I always wondered.