Flow

 It was wet. We were walking in the puddles and the rain still hadn't decided to stop. Or ever. The flow of the rain correlated with our flow of conversation. And our matching black jackets seemed to not be keeping up with the weight of the water or doing the job of keeping us dry. I didn't seem to mind that not only my pants were clearly damp, but my shoes were soaked, and my hands were feeling numb. Not to mention, my hair wasn't fully covered inside my hood. Oh well, I would take a shower anyway, I thought. The only thing was sloshing my way into the library later, looking like a soaked person (or rat) that looked like I forgot my umbrella or any other rain gear (insert rainboots). 

The sheer dampness and cold of the unlikely May shower was part of the equation. It was fun, interesting and engaging talking to my new(ish) friend. Her and I only just met a little over 2 months ago, but in a group event, it felt like we were the only ones. We had more to share and catchup on. We both didn't mind the rain too much or getting wet and our jackets soaking through into our clothes. It felt worth it, and somehow walking in the rain doesn't every really seem to bother me. 

Even as the small group of us sitting at the table for brunch, chatting, the place loud and busy, people coming and going and servers calling out people's names for their order, the stillness was brought upon the enduring wetness outside. The rain drops tapping on the windows like an old friend. It seemed to almost slow down time. I was facing the bakers, who looked like they were going through the motions of folding and kneading dough or baking bread. 

The paintings on the walls reminded me of a famous painter that I couldn't remember the name of. There were other pictures too that looked more amateur and hand drawn and were framed. It was only upon walking outside again and even standing in the rain that felt more inspiring, engaging than sitting in the cafe bakery where it was a bit harder to clear my head or pay full attention to different comments and conversations. 

Afterwards, I threw my wet clothes in the washer. I took a shower and felt like the spring rain came upon a good day, to walk, to talk, to connect and even get soaked and be a bit unprepared. Sometimes I prefer it that way.