You planned out things you're going to do for the day in your head: attending classes, going to the cinema to watch Disney's Moana, and buying yourself that newly released novel you had wanted for a while. All was good, but all of a sudden the light rain began to fall, uninvited. You convinced yourself, no big deal, I'm all good, it's going to ease off in a minute, and decided to wait out for half an hour, but turned out it didn't to your slight annoyance. Okay, fine, you sighed while putting up an umbrella—surrendering to the rain. You walked to the bus stop while the rain was still pouring down on the way. Walking carefully on the pavement, you started recalling your memory of the last lecture—preparing to answer the lecturer's questions in class later—but without your knowing, a car sped up through the puddles and splashed cold water to your black parka and white shirt. You were half soaked and irritated when you hopped on the bus.
Nonetheless, you got to school on time despite the unexpected delay of the bus. It was still raining, and you're trying to dry your hair with a handkerchief, so that you didn't look like some wet animals at the very least. You attended class. English Semantics. The lecturer always told corny jokes in between the lecture but the atmosphere was still deadly dull. It rained more and more that it beat the voice of your lecturer. Distracted, you looked outside the window. The sun no longer chuckled and instead went hiding behind the grey clouds. It was a bleak day where the rain interminably poured.
It was three and almost of your friends were headed home. You had planned to go to see Moana, but the fact that the cinema was far from your campus and the weather seemed to be plotting against you made you put off from going. A visit to the bookstore was out of option too. And you hadn't eaten all day. You're hungry, freezing, and still pissed off because of your cancelled plans. While treading wearily along the way to the nearest bus stop, you hungered for some warm Kebab to chew—but surprise, it's closed because of the rain. At this point you had stopped planning altogether and walked quickly, sputtering continuous complaints and whines of why you had a very bad luck. Still no sign of the rain stopping soon.
A bus heading to your home's direction arrived faster. You then thought, man, ain't it the best thing happened today! and happily hopped on and bid farewell to the hellish rain. The bus was still depressing, but you're that knackered that you only thought of going home. Just when you thought there's nothing stopping you from curling up in your warm bed, the bus was brought to a halt. You let out a F word unconsciously. The bus was caught in a heavy traffic. All the roads were heavily congested because of the rain, you heard from a lady beside you who talked with someone over the phone. It's not surprising, actually, since the city you live in is a notorious traffic hell where the people would rather drive their own cars rather than taking public transportation. You always hoped that people are going to change over time, but seems like it's not going to change soon, you said to yourself. Thinking made you more hungry. Trying to divert your attention from the growling sound of your hungry stomach, you took out a copy of Murakami's After Dark you happened to bring today from your backpack and started absorbing each word from the sentences. Each word took you away from the city—from the street filled with neon lights and clichéd advertising banners, from the hustling and bustling of the city—and your mind started pondering how good it is to live somewhere else. Somewhere warm and sunny.
Two hours later, you finally got home. You switched the lights of the room on. What happened next involved a lot of throwing: your damp clothes to the corner of the room, your pair of socks and sneakers to the other corner, and your non-prescription glasses on the desk. You jumped into bed, buried your face into the pillow, and began reviewing today's series of mishaps. Thanks to the rain and nothing else.
Someone knocked your door.
"Hey, I made some tea and churros. Want some? I have Nutella, too," asked your kind man outside the door.
You had a roof over your head and a kind man. The rain turned out to not be really that bad.