Ryan's Journal

The first time, I was exploring DC at night with a friend. It started drizzling as we left the World War 2 Memorial. Then it flat out dumped buckets while we were in the car; there was to be no more exploring that evening.

The second time, I was with family in Boston. We left one restaurant to go down two buildings to a less crowded one. It started raining lightly right when we left. And then it came down in sheets before I could get to the next door. It was like a cold shower with a hose. Later on when we left, it was lightly drizzling. As we came to a corner to look for cabs, guess what happened again?

I like rain. But not that much.

You must login to leave a comment