Wrong side of Heaven

I have always loved the rain, especially on hot days like this one. It was as if the heavens had opened up and wept a waterfall upon us, and to be honest I was glad. I guess it sounds weird when I put it that way, but its the truth. Everyone else ran for shelter, but it didn't last long, for it left almost as soon as it arrived. It was such a calming state, standing in the rain, just taking it all in, putting a rest on your emotions. I sighed, slightly disappointed in how fast it retreated, and was surprised when I looked down to see myself drenched to the bone. As I examined my soaked clothing and tried to grab my notepad, but it had reduced to mush in the heavy rain. I was examining it, I tried to figure out if there was any way to salvage it, but that hope was diminished when someone pushed me from behind, and I stumbled over and fell into the mud. I stood up, trying to comprehend what had just happened; that's when I heard the laughter. Then I remembered where I was: a military base. The one place I was trying to escape in the blissful rain. My name is Alaska Ace, I am 14 years old, and I am a child soldier.