I have a memory from when I was seven, of when I was walking through the rain with my bright yellow umbrella. I loved that umbrella, it was brand new because my mum had bought for me coming out of the pharmacy we were in. I remember seeing it on the rack and saying
' Can I have my own umbrella?' and she had looked at me, sighed and said
'I suppose you're getting a bit big to it under mine' So she asked me which one I wanted and as I pointed to the yellow one she grabbed it and put it on the counter, along with a box of panadol and her 'special medication' ( which I later found out was just antibiotics) She payed and handed me the yellow umbrella as we walked out of the store, and I opened it and stepped out into the rain.
I heard the soft explosion of each drop of water on the 'roof' of my umbrella and thought 'all these raindrops are dying because of me, they don't have a purpose any more'
I mean, when it rains, it means the universe has decided it was going to rain right?
And sure all you science geeks out there will tell me that ' No! Its evaporation and condensation and precipitation'
But that's not what I mean. I mean the universe decided that it was going to rain at that moment and not the last.
