Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head

I have an important job interview today. I'm taking a half day from my current job so that I can do it. I wore my interview-clothes to work so I had more time to go straight there when I was done. I thought I would do a last minute errand which was about 7 blocks away, and it wasn't raining so I left the umbrella behind thinking it would only slow me down (plus the rain had subsided for the time being). As I stepped outside it got real dark. There were shadows from car's headlights and streetlights. It looked like either a normal midnight, or an apocalyptic noon. I got to where I needed to be -- a business which no longer occupies the given address (thanks mean doorlady) and turned back to walk to City Hall.

BOOM!!

The loudest and most severe thunder clap I think I've heard in years. And, as if signaled to release upon the clap, a million arrows of rain simultaneously blanketed every square inch around me. People began running and using flat, large things to shield them from the rain. Knowing I had quite a walk in front of me, I continued my pace as normal submitting my dry, clean interview-clothes to the rain's wishing.

By the time I got to 15th and Market I was soaked from head to toe. Rain water dripping from my beard and spritzing from my lips as I blew the drops off into a mist.

At this point most people would be very upset. Rain, after all, is very symbolic of all things depressing. I'm sure you can picture a child with his head looking out the window at his brand new playset, with the shadows of the raindrops on the opposing side looking ironically like teardrops as they're cast on his face. Or the image of a field crew running across the baseball field, tarp in hands, as they cover the field in front of thousands of now-miserable fans. And you could just as easily picture me at that very moment. As I look up at the clock on City Hall clocktower (I like looking at that clock. It feels cool.) I lose track of where I'm going and step right into a huge puddle. I'm leary on calling it a puddle, because I'm pretty sure I could have sailed across it. My foot sinks in a good two inches, and as if to celebrate this occasion, a jerktaxi speeds into the same lakepuddle I was now drowning in and douses my already douses khakis. They were wet, now wetter. I couldn't get mad at him. At this point it would be like getting angry at someone who scratched your car after you slammed it into a telephone pole.

I came into City Hall looking like I was in the front row at a really interactive Sea World show. Everybody expected the drenched clothes to be accompanied by a frowny face, but I lacked a frowny face. I got the "Mann, I would be pissed!" and the "Ohh damn. Guess you can't make your interview, huh?", but I shrugged my shoulders as I rung out my favorite button down.

There's some things in life that make you so happy, not even vicious acts of nature can wash them away.

Wish me luck at my job "interview".