At 8:07PM I sat underneath the stands with my friends at the school stadium. on this night we were hiding from the rain. drip. drip. drip, rattled the metal sheets used to ceal the roofing. with rain, came the cold. my sweater rested on my lap while I enjoyed it. the tips of my fingers felt a little numb but I could bare it. I could see my cold breathe each time I exhaled towards the direction of the shining hostel lights. I was not surprised though, it had been raining since 2PM. rain. I have always loved it. I have always loved it because with rain, comes the cold.
-friddah
