It still rains outside. I wish I had an umbrella! I've always loved the ones with animal faces on them, even though they are for little kids. The same with rain boots--the brighter and happier the boots, the brighter and happier my mood. Unfortunately, I have neither my umbrella nor my rainboots with me, so I must make a run for it. I duck my head and sprint across the street.

The rain hits me like a water wall. Within seconds, my entire being is wet. I feel a mad, glorious laugh bursting out of my throat. I spin around, lift my head to the open sky, and laugh and dance in the water. Like a child.

As odd as it sounds like, I a, still looking for an umbrella, the raining and the dancing makes me feel that i am in some kind of movie...and if I remember this movie correctly I need an umbrella. So I finally found a shop to by my umbrella, but once I got into the shop I had to act normal again...no rain, no dancing...just an umbrella...why did I had to stop for an umbrella?