21 days writing challenge

The Relief

  When I was little, I was schooled by my parents to not play in the rain. They despise rain for whatever reason. I keep a raincoat in my bag even though I'm a grown 16 year old boy. Funny, I know. But hey, we should all listen to our parents, right?

  Except now I feel like I should've learnt to bend the rules a long time ago. My parents never told me what to do exactly if my bag that has a raincoat in it got stolen. The fact that I care more about the damn raincoat than my bag is what makes this so pathetic. Out of frustration,  I settle on just waiting under this wooden shed until the rain stops.

  After a while plotting a revenge on the thief-- if i ever find him, I glance over at my watch and hyperventilate. The rain doesn't seem like it will stop any sooner and I am going to be late for my family sit-down dinner. Not to mention that right now I'm supposed to run errands for the event. 

  Letting myself being engulfed by the hatred for the whole scenario, a girl is making an exception for it. She is walking--more like prancing in the rain with a smile on her face and I watch her every move. Her head suddenly turns to me and I can't seem to avert my eyes to anything else that I was forced to smile at her, blushing a little. I hate everything else, remember?

   She has this smug look on her face as if she's mocking me from sitting miserably in the shed. Even so, I'm not even mad at this girl, I'm impressed. Maybe she's just a girl who likes rain a little too much. I keep my eyes glued to her until she is not in sight anymore and I'm back to my frustration for the rain. 

  Then comes the girl from a moment ago with two ice-creams in her hands. She just stands there in the rain, not bothered by the raindrops that hit her face. I don't know why she likes to twist the knife in the situation that I'm having right now but I'm not buying it. "Do you want ice-cream?"she asks,extending her arm towards me. I give her a questioning look and she frowns, pulling the ice cream back to her. "You look like you need one, though. Never mind, more ice-cream for me then,"she says, hiding the disappointment.

  "You're dripping wet," I state the obvious. She rolls her eyes and adds "that's what you get from playing in the rain." I look at her in confusion and ask "that's all?" She just smiles and explains "I get ice-cream and doing whatever I want and not being under this hut." She pauses, giving a once-over look at the pathetic shed. 

  "Sometimes when there's rain, you gotta play in it to be in the places you want to get to, not sit in this place of misery. Have you ever heard 'happiness always comes along with hardship and hardship always comes with happiness'? As 'deep'as it sounds, that can apply to this shallow problem over here you're having" she licks her ice cream, waiting for my reply. When I give her none, she flashes a smile and leaves. 

When she's out of the view, I step outside in the rain, giving an overall final look at the shed, agreeing with her words, and I leave too.

And that, people, how I know exactly what to do if my bag that has a raincoat in it got stolen. This time it is not my anti-rain parents who school me, it is a girl who loves rain a little too much.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: This is for my beautiful city that is in its raining season and I can't drive anywhere because             of it. 

          And it's a little bit long.

          And thank you for reading and voting. 

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