If Only I Was A Little Braver | Park Jimin

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with you, I feel happy.

...

"shit."

glancing up at the gradual increase of the droplets, I watched as each of the significant raindrop drip onto the floor, causing a constant ripple from left to right.

pit.

just like the hungry children at home, they made the same constant sound every time the impact of the small drop of rain heavily hit the ground.

pat.

I sighed.

looking around then upwards, I could only see the small shelter above me, another step, and I'm in the rain.

it wasn't that I didn't like the rain, but I was late.

in fact, I loved being under the rain, the feeling of being splashed by water, the heavy impact, bringing together all one's worries, frustrations, one hit, one less trouble in mind.

being able to watch your own shirt go soaked gradually, from the top, to the bottom, from a lighter colour, to a darker shade, smoothly and quickly.

suddenly, you are just interested in the rain, interested in how water joins together, how your shirt can get soaked because of water, how the rain has such an effect on you.

no, it wasn't the science, it was the nature revolving around you.

be it geographical or scientific, nothing can describe the feeling of being under the rain.

yes, I like that feeling.

happiness.

the feeling of forgetting everything and just focussing on one thing.

the rain.

looking at my textbook and file that is currently in my arms, I then glanced back at the now heavy rain.

"screw these papers." if I could really throw or destroy them, this would be the best chance to do so.

I smiled to myself before raising my arms and letting the textbook and file cover just right above my head as I left for the rain in the same position.

if I said that I was nervous I would be late for school, I would be lying.

at first, I ran through the puddles.

then slowly, as the rain from the puddles hit and splash onto my calves, I found myself enjoying the water.

then without letting anything or anyone else notice, I slowly let my footsteps go slower and my steps go smaller.

the rain wasn't decreasing like my walking speed, instead, I just let it pour over my shoulder, then slowly to the rest of my uniform.

I found myself kicking the puddles of water as I held my books high above my head continuously like I was having a punishment.

kick.

I expected the satisfying sound of water splashing onto the ground to happen any sooner, yet, all I saw was the rainwater splashing onto a black cotton fabric, just right in front of my legs.

frowning, I lifted my head up, also realising how the impact of the rain hitting me had stopped.

then, just like how it had disappeared a moment ago, I found my smile crawling back to my lips again.