rain

1-rainy days

I should've know it was damned to be a bad day when I woke up and it was not just raining, but pouring. Warily I first set one foot on the carpet next to my bed, then the other one. To my surprise nothing bad happened, no crocodile coming out from under my bed to bite of my foot, no feeling of wet cat pee from the cat my little brother got for christmas, who apparently prefered peeing in my room instead of in her litter box, not even back pain from sleeping in weird positions.
My mom tells me i'm going insane for being so mistrustful when it comes to rainy days.
But tell me how it makes me insane to think of rain as the metaphor for bad things when rain is the reason for every single bad thing that has ever happened to me? Well maybe thats a little exaggerated but still it seems to me that everything bad always starts with rain. That one time i broke my arm whilst skateboarding, the time i got so drunk, they had to call me an ambulance, the time I had a car accident, which i guess wasn't all that bad, since I only sliced my finger off. They later sewed it back on in the hospital, and to be fair out of that whole car accident and finger thing i got my first actual relationship. One of the nurses in the hospital, or well she was only a trainee to be exact, was about the prettiest girl I had ever seen and it turned out she was also really funny, nice and interested in me. On the other hand I got the ridiculous nickname "frankenstein" and on a longterm view maria's and my relationship was toxic and definitely not meant to last. We ended the whole thing about six months later and let me tell you it did not rain that day, in fact the sun was shining, there were only few clouds in the sky and the temperature was just above 25 degrees.

I looked at the little clock on my bedside table and realized that I should get going or I would be late for my lecture since on rainy days my mom doesn't let me go by car anymore, apart from the fact that I know better than to drive in the rain. I'm not trying to do that whole losing a finger thing again. I stretched and as I took my first step of the day I stepped into lego. I don't think I have to describe the pain that went through my foot to you, we have probably all been there. I picked up the lego blocks and, mumbling a few curse words, walked downstairs to find my little brother, already dressed up for school, sitting on the dining table.

"Are these yours buddy?" I asked, handing him the legos.
"Yes, I played with them in your room yesterday, mom said you would be upset if I did, but you aren't right?"
I just grumbled a "No" and searched through the cabinets for the Cereal. I looked over to the trash bin to find the Cereal Carton on top of all the other trash. Of course.

"Finn, you have to get going, you're gonna be late for school." My mom entered the room and I heard my little brother say bye to Polly,
the already mentioned cat. I put a toast into the toaster and got out a knife and a plate.
"Good morning Tommy."
I just noded towards her and rubbed my eye.
"Come on, stop being so grumpy Tommy, I know you're not a morning person, but look at your brother, he has to wake up earlier than you and he doesn't complain."
I sighed. "First of all, stop calling me that Mom, I'm nineteen and second of all just wait a couple of years till Finn hits puberty." I sat down at the table with her. "Also it's raining today."
Mom shook her head "Tommy, yes it's raining. The world is not going to end. I gave birth to you on a pretty rainy day." she said trying to proof to me that rain is not always a sign for the worst of the worst, but doesn't that just proof my whole point?
"I've got to get going as well." She said after a while of silence. "Your dad asked if you wanted to have dinner at his tonight, some business partners of his are coming over and he hired a cook to make some fancy dish. Oh and they have a daughter your age as well." She winked. I shrugged and answered. "I guess I'll go."
"Alrighty, I'll see you later. Have a nice day yeah?"
I gave her a soft smile. Even though she was a little crazy sometimes she really was the best mom. My dad and her only divorced about a year and a half ago. And guess what, the day they signed the papers it was obviously raining. In the beginning the divorce was hard, especially for Finn who had just turned ten. He didn't really understand why Mom and Dad argued a lot nor why we were moving out. But I think it was honestly better for us all.
Ever since then Mom, me and Finn lived in a two story apartment with a little garden, which we shared with Linda our old neighbor from upstairs. Dad pays for it, my Mom who co owns a little coffee shop, but only works three days of the week probably wouldn't be able to afford it.

Through a loud click the toaster made me aware of the fact that the toast was ready and after breakfast I quickly threw on some clothes, sort of styled my hair and opened the door to a grey sky and still rain pouring from the clouds above.

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hey there!
i just wanted to say a few things really quick.
first of all, i'm not native in english, so if you find any mistakes feel free to point them out :)
secondly I'm thinking of also publishing this in a german version.
and last but not least, i don't know how often i'll update this story and I'm not promising anything. but always feel free to ask if I'm continuing or not.
bye xx